Exactly how many days she had been clean didn’t matter to her, just that she was.
She knew it had been two full moons and her aunt’s birthday, and that she had made three cat toys a day since she hit her last– what she hoped would be her last– stem.
The dangling cloth on the end of the yarn at the end of the stick was a mouse, then another mouse, then a cute little green alien.
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