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Oh, and get this – she once tossed a drink in some sleazeball’s face at a bar, screamin’ bout how she ain’t no “flesh fair reject!” Straight outta Spielberg’s script, I swear! Got the whole joint cheerin’ – even me, sittin’ there munchin’ my carrot, thinkin’, “This gal’s nuts!” But it fired me up, seein’ her stand her ground. Hate when jerks think they can push her around – makes my fur bristle!

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Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Teachers association files grievance over Dighton-Rehoboth's ban on political displays