You let me bite you.
Twice.
My mom cried.
Defeated.
She thought I was a hopeless case.
But your mom,
she believed in me.
She knew I could do it.
So we mingled.
And we played.
You let me bite you again.
But now you are my friend.
I will follow you
and watch what you do.
I had forgotten how to be a pet,
and how to play.
You believed in me, too.
I'll try not to bite you again.
Love,
Drake
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