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When I was like 8, I had a pet hamster I despised with a passion. She was mean and she ate her babies. I never really held her or anything because she would bite the living poo poo out of you. I named her Ginger because of the one B-flick werewolf movie Ginger Snapped. Evil. Pure evil. So one day I happened to be cleaning out her cage and I set it outside to air out with the cage door open hoping she'd run away. I went inside for a bit and came back and she was gone. Thank god! No more evilness and bloody fingers. The next day my neighbor was showing my dad a mouse he just killed in his house. It was Ginger... Kinda had a guilty conscious after that but it went away quickly when my mom bought me bird.
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