There was a gerbil, finally, and this one put my rodent love away for good. It was the smelliest, nasty bitingest creature yet, and it ran all night on the wheel, necessitating it being put in the bathroom I shared with my brother. One day suddenly it was dead, perhaps from inadequate care I think I was old enough to have known how to do a good job with it and I do remember feeling especially bad about it.
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