Traces
She hated that vacuum.
She would run around and try to trip me.
This chore used to take forever and ever…
Now it’s done.
All those traces of fur are gone.
But we had to.
Or else the house would be covered in dust.
But we had to.
She hated that vacuum.
Sorry, but we had to.
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