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Marek waited until all the fucking on top of him had stopped, and then sneezed. It was dusty under the bed, and Jonny Lee's old sneakers scared him. They were dirty. Marek didn't appreciate getting bits and pieces of outside stuck in his fur. It never came out.
He crawled out from under the bed, and swung up onto the mattress, his stuffing aching. Damn that Gerry, for never taking him out of his leathers. Marek would like to see him wear this kind of stuff twenty four hours a day. He swatted Gerry's nose with his paw. "Stop snoring!"