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- sitting happily on my shoulder as I go about my evening
- squeaking bloody murder if he is picked up instead of being scooped up gently; hiding at the back of my neck so I can’t scoop him up gently
- hiding in my hair, bruxing
- sitting next to me as I lay on my bed, his eyes half closed in a doze
- being a stinky little man
- doing biiiiig sniffs and looking like he’s doing yoga
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