Finally, a name made itself known to me: Bernard.
“There you go, Bernard! See, we’re bonding now!” I decided to turn the pot around in case poor Bernard had actually been standing in the corner all this time and wasn’t able to see the gorgeous view from up here. I mean, it’s not super easy to tell the front from the back on a plant. How would my sister have known the difference? Maybe that was what was upsetting him.
Once he was repositioned I continued my attempt to boost his mood. “Look Bernie, life isn’t always a g...
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