I love to be with Helena. When she sits down on the floor I climb all over her. She holds me up high and talks to me. She puts me on the floor and I follow her around. She places me in the 'Rathause' and I run out to her. We sit on the sofa together; I eat or wash and she types. Sometimes I chew her clothes, her cushions, her laptop. In the morning she places me on her bed and I reach out to her. She picks me up and puts me down. Up and down. I get cuddled. I run across her shoulders, I try to run around her neck, but she always pulls me away.
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