The morning after Scar left, I woke feeling oddly refreshed. It was as if I didn't remember what had happened the night before... I glanced to my right and saw only Sweets... I'd naturally assumed that Scar had gotten up and gone downstairs, so I hopped up, pulled on my Perry the Platypus house shoes, and trotted downstairs...
I got downstairs and threw on a pot of coffee, something that Scar loved.
"Scar!" I called, expecting to hear the treading of her paws and the clicking of her claws on the polished wood floor. It was then that I noticed that the house had a distinctly different feel. I...
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