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I dazzle and delight, and, in many cases, command attention when stimulated, actually.
That juvenile James Herbert horror book looks like the nightmare. (See how I even refuse to use the word "novel" when describing it.)
And rats as pets, that's another nightmarishly stupid scenario, but, please don't get me started. Yeah, yeah, if one doesn't have the room for a dog or whatever. I suppose it's one's own prerogative to become known as the guy with the rat if that's what they're into for whatever reason.
whatever
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