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Little Shadow

First thing in the morning when she gets up he would get up from bed too whenever she opened her mouth to yawn he would also follow suit He would follow her into every room in the house like a cheerful newborn puppy attached to the bosom of his mother When she walks into the bathroom he sneaks up behind her she can't go in there without a spectator present or waiting patiently by the door When she maneuvers into the living room to switch on the television to Miami Vice she can't even take a nap and sip a Switcha in solitude all because he always plants his miniature body upon her lap with his endless snuggling and affection like lime juice sprinkled on conch salad Despite his irking habit she would often brag to her friends about her appreciation of her little shadow and little stalker who always follow her everywhere she goes

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