Dear Berkeley,
We've been buds from the first time we met,
But I wasn't sure what all this talk of you coming was all about. You just sat there and didn't played with me.
But I still stuck by your side
But then you started to look at me, like I was this hairy thing always next to you, but you weren't quite sure why
I always loved to smell you, it's my way of kissing you (Mom says I can't lick you)
Then one day, you tried to ride me...like I was a pony!
But you didn't fit, so we found another way to play
And so then it began...
YOU and ME
Playing until we are dead tired
I've been told we have a lot in common. I'm small, you small. You have no teeth, I'm loosing mine. We both love to sleep and eat. I'm thinking this could get to be a lot of fun!
You are my best friend, playmate, sister and companion. Here is to many fun times together.
P.S. Can I sleep with you when you get a big girl bed?
Your Pal,
Achilles
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