He is a seal. I named him Winston because he looks quite stern, and Winston is quite a stern name. When I walked into my room this morning, I found him resting just like this on my pillow. My dear, sweet sister Rebecca thought it would be a funny joke.
Well, my dear, it was not. An unprovoked, sinister attack like this begs revenge, revenge of the worst kind.
I will not negotiate with terrorists.
Sweet dreams little sister.
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