
I love to grab one tentacle and play a dangerous game of tug of war with him.
Or pull him around the house on a different kind of leash.
I bought this for him in Washington, it rode in my lap on the plane, because all my books filled my carry-on.
We must move forward, not backward, upward not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.
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