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We met at a garage sale. He was prosituting himself for 25 cents. I felt obligated to clean him up and get him started on a new life. A life where I could carry him around and love him constantly, and in return he could watch over my wallet, car keys, cell phone, and other worldly possesions.








My friend Mark named him Percy. I totally didn't get it until today.