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Pistil got dressed while I gathered up Potato and his things. We loaded into the Fiesta and went to the vet’s office down in El Sereno where they had an appointment available for that day. Potato always raised a fuss whenever I went into the examination room with him, so Pistil took him in alone. While Pistil was in the examination room with Potato, a painting hanging on the wall caught my attention. It was a watercolor or something of Pikachu in a black one-shouldered leotard, tiny high heels, and with a flowing mane of dirty blond hair, hips swaying to some unheard beat. Pikachu wore a serene smile, as if to say, “yo, this is my life, and I’m living it precisely the way I want”. In that moment I almost envied Pikachu’s gentle confidence, because I sure as hell didn’t know what I was doing with my own life. Twenty minutes and a pretty heavy meditation on the Pokemon condition (living in a pokéball can’t be good for your mental health) later, Pistil walked out with Potato cradled in her arms. “So what did the vet say?” “Well Potato is healthy, nothing out of the ordinary. Aside from the Ja Rule thing of course.” “Well I got a question. Can he speak? Or does he just spout out catch phrases?” “So far he hasn’t said anything original, and he definitely doesn’t respond any differently than before. It seems like all he does is repeat things.” “So Potato is like a Parrot Dog? Parrog? Dorrot?”

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