[Still heedless of what's going on around him, Padfoot only knows this: she is writing, and not petting him, like perhaps she ought to be. He whines, plaintively, and paws at her leg stiffly, twisting to try to catch her eye, so she can see how sad he is.]
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I don't think fixing what's wrong with me is really possible. I just kind of have to deal with it.
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