"Wanna make a trade?Cougar for a snake;
Wanna fall in love?
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She eyes my like a Pisces when I am weakI've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trapI wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Adam ♫ Scott ♫ Fontaine
♂ / 18 / ♥ / 3rd July, 1993 /
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"Yeah, I found her as a kitten a couple years back, in the alley behind the deli. I thought she was deaf for a bit, since most white cats are, especially when they're stray and they're sorta inbred. But she's fine," Adam said, starting toward the rabbit hutch. Taking the black-and-white mixed breed out of his shelter, it wasn't long before he heard purrs coming from the animal in his hands. Sure, it was just teeth crackling together, but it was one of the cutest happy noises a rabbit could make, in his opinion. "And this little guy," he said, readjusting the bunny in his hands, "Is Einstein. After the mustache." Setting him down on the hardwood, he gave him a good scratching behind the ears as he hobbled around. Shifting his gaze to Rhett, he noticed the 'end lung cancer' bracelet. He'd never been into much charity and activism like that, but it put a smile to his face.