I remember being in a room with several kids, one of them my own. They were all screaming and acting crazy like kids do. One brought me a VCR remote and asked me to rewind the movie to his favorite part, so I did. I think I somehow ended up with an animal of some sort. I don't remember what it was, but it wasn't a cat. I went down a long spooky road to one of those animal shelters or pet stores on TV. When I arrived with whatever animal I had in a purple cage, I was horrified to see that my ex was the employee that was going to help me, but for some reason my name was different (my last name was Craig), so he wasn't one hundred percent sure who I was. He had cut his once long hair. I was looking at a white cat and a gray one, and they fell in my lap. I made a joke about having three pussies and he made a rude comment about me being a slut, if I was who I thought he was. I scolded him and fussed at him, something along the lines of I had grown up and was sorry for what I did when I was young and I was now happily engaged and we had a son. I think I got up and walked away and when I came back the cats and the animal I had brought were all gone. I demanded them all back, but the people at the store said they were a family and if my ex didn't like me then they didn't either, which apparently somehow meant they shouldn't let me have any animals.
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