One day I got a cat. I named it Toothpick. Mom laughed when I named it Toothpick. I was only three years old. We lived in Wenatchee. We had a small house. My mom and dad shared a small bed and I had a toddler bed in the room. We had two or one bathrooms. It was a small house, I shall say again. We had a small walkway with a shed and a dock and a boat and a big yard. We had lots of organic cherries. One day Toothpick ran off into the woods.
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