The climate of our apartment had changed. Mom and dad began speaking in hushed tones and sometimes mom had a weepy look on her face. I knew they were talkin' about me and my behavior. I was moody all the time, I couldn't stop myself from mounting big fleshy bitches in the dogrun indiscriminantly, and sometimes I bit.
Mom's nightly routine began to change. She began bringing me up into the bed for cuddles and whispering breathily, "I love, you, I love you, I love you," like a mad woman. I knew that my parents were about to commit the ultimate act of betrayal. I tried to clean up my act for a few days and I know mom and dad noticed. I even dragged my feet a bit around the apartment and moped. But I knew deep down inside what was to come.
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