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Safely has a minion!

greenwood the Banana Split Butterfly

Safely
Legacy Name: Safely

The

Nostalgic Legeica
Owner:

nervous

Age: 7 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 30th, 2016

Adopted: 3 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 9th, 2020

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 11
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 105
Books Read: 105
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

warmest regards,

last night, i had a dream my teeth were falling out. i just kept pulling them out, dropping them into a jar one by one, and they kept coming. it was absurd.

i board a train at 4 am. steam is billowing up to the dark sky, blocking out the stars in an angry grey film. everyone around me looks so tired. i'm tired too. i only slept for a small while, until i dreamed all my teeth were falling out, and i woke up. i stayed awake after that, checking my bags one by one to make sure i didnt forget anything. i steady my heel on the dewy train car and twist to the side, hoisting myself into the cab.
today is a special day.

when i open my eyes again, the sky is light. the train is stopped. i rub my eyes with my fist and gaze around me at all the people stiffly pulling themselves out of their seats and gathering their bags around. i feel electric.
i fumble to balance under my two bags and pull my suitcase behind me with two fingers. i hardly understand that it hurts. i get to see my friend.

"safely!"
i whirl around. the sky opens up and the sunshine comes down on her, waving from the side of the boarding dock. "here! hello!"
i waddle quickly off the dock and into her arms again. i cry. "dogteeth," and she cries, "safely." we hug for a long time. she takes one of my bags, although i would argue it may weigh more than she does, but delighted and sugary, we set for taxi she has waiting at the curb.

dogteeth unpacks my things in the guest bedroom of her house. she jokes along the way that her new house is haunted and she can talk to spirits in her sleep. the cold chill of the house, the creaking floors, the billowing white curtains, and the dust settling on the shelves agrees with her.
i think about my grandmother then and how she would be happy that i ended up comfortably with dogteeth somewhere new and unexplored. my grandmother only had the best intentions for me. what happened to her was not her fault. in her filmy-eyed, empty way, deep in her heart she knew i would be okay.

after we unpack my things in dogteeth's house, she spreads her arms, her elbows poking out of her willowy white skin like boomerangs. she says, "ta-da! do you like it?"
"i like it!" i reply. all my creatures, all my friends frozen in life forever by my own hand and needle, are beautifully adorned on the shelves of deep mahogany, and i am thankful then that they are here with me too. i worry very much i'd be terribly afraid without them.
dogteeth hugs me. "i'm happy youre here now. just like old times. we're together forever."
i smile.