mightbeconcussed: (Pouty)
[Lucy is sitting on the floor with her dog next to her. There's a pout firmly fixed on her face and she's watching a lamb in her living room. She looks close to tears.]

So for the last forty five minutes I've been trying to convince myself it's for the good of humanity, like buying cashmere sweaters. Difference? I'm not getting a pretty sweater out of this and I might want to keep her. Her name is Cleopatra.

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