clint eastwood you bastard. breath held, leapt from the coffee table, dashed towards the couch. thought i wasn't watching? thought i couldn't reach? when will you grow weary of these vain attempts? when will you be happy?
i hear you now from the other room. gnawing and gnawing at the metal wire. standing on hind legs to reach the fresh air. this cage is your home. your home!
and where would you go, you ungrateful wretch? who would take you in? you have never seen the outside in your miniature life. you would be eaten alive by wolves! don't you see, you've got it made. everything is laid at your feet. if only you would be content. oh clint, if only you didn't hate me.
i want you to be happy.
you‘re too smart for your own good.
you see the world beyond the confines of your cage.
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