Bessie has lived her entire life in fear.
Well, maybe that’s not entirely correct, but she’s at least lived her life just on the edge of fear. She can go from relaxed and happy to tense and terrified in a split second. She’s not just scared of people who might try to hurt her. She’s even scared of the one person in the world who’s fed her and taken care of her for two and a half years — me.
I wrote about Bessie’s sister, Molly, last week. You can read that story if you’d like, because most of it applied to Bessie, too.

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Tell me the music you listen to and that’ll reveal a lot about you
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No, I can’t support your campaign; changing candidates won’t fix things
The Alien Observer:
This is my private confessional; the truths I write often scare me
Florida requires drivers to hand over personal info — which it then sells