Not too long ago in the house next door, was a man named Caleb McDondelev. He was no ordinary man, and he tended to spy on the neighbor's pets. He would spend hours, days, and even months watching one of his neighbor's pets, and when the pets died, Caleb would spend up to a year mourning the loss of the smallest pet cockroach. Caleb could never have a pet because he was afraid to come to close to anything that moved.
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| - Not too long ago in the house next door, was a man named Caleb McDondelev. He was no ordinary man, and he tended to spy on the neighbor's pets. He would spend hours, days, and even months watching one of his neighbor's pets, and when the pets died, Caleb would spend up to a year mourning the loss of the smallest pet cockroach. Caleb could never have a pet because he was afraid to come to close to anything that moved.
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| - Not too long ago in the house next door, was a man named Caleb McDondelev. He was no ordinary man, and he tended to spy on the neighbor's pets. He would spend hours, days, and even months watching one of his neighbor's pets, and when the pets died, Caleb would spend up to a year mourning the loss of the smallest pet cockroach. Caleb could never have a pet because he was afraid to come to close to anything that moved.
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