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My sister and I never had pets as children, or rather we had them but they didn’t tend to last very long. Indeed, no sooner had some dumb animal entered the house than my mother seemed to be making plans to get rid of it. The raven itself was hoarse that croaked the fatal entrance of Hammy the Hamster under our battlements.
Hammy was a rather sweet brown and white creature who spent much of his time sleeping and the rest of it going round and round on his treadmill....
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