The run
I had to go, I could not take him with me. I left him in his cage.
Something happened. It happened almost too fast to react to it. As I drive down the freeway, I think about him. I left Oscar in the care of a friend, even though I knew my friend was not experienced with taking care of him. This friend was the only other person in the world I could trust enough to take care of him.
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