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M.A. is gone for awhile. Off on one of those mysterious errands he uses as an excuse to get out of the house. I wish I could go out more. I'm not allowed out alone because he says people will think I'm dangerous and just the way I look will provoke trouble. He's too careful for his own good. Once I sat in the window for awhile just watching the traffic but the girls caught me and and put me back in the closet. I have no issues with them. They can't help what they are. Even I can see the goodness in them and it makes me feel better just to be around them. I couldn't get past the dog anyway. I'm bigger and older but he has really sharp teeth and I can't keep my eyes on all those heads at once.

I like who I am. The lean anger he feeds me makes me strong. The fear makes me sharp. I'm not bragging, I'm telling the truth. On Monday I got to go driving with him. I like to drive but I have to be fast to get around his nicer impulses. The speed...that's the best. He let me drive for awhile but then he got nervous and worried and that made me mad. I yelled at a bunch of people too and that was fun but the others thought it was crass. Tough shit.

I'm not supposed to go to the fair this weekend but I'll put on a suit of cynicism and, disguised, he'll never recognize me. He's not too bright that way.

He's back.