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"Owner. Owner. Owner", Sweet Pea's raspy voice came out. He stood over you as you slept on your bed, staring at you with his unblinking, unmoving eyes. Sweet Pea was a sweetheart, really, he just had an insatiable appetite for human flesh but not your flesh. You were off limits.
He had a couple of wallets in his hands from that night's kills. He wanted to provide for you, so he plucked anything of value off of the corpses to give to you. It was an unconventional way of acquiring money, but you never complained, because Sweat Pea would get sad if you scolded him.
Sweet Pea reached out to caress your hair, so he could gently wake you up. "Owner. Home....", His broken English was easy to decipher. He was home, and he wanted nothing more than to receive your praise and cuddle you until you fell back asleep. He even did a sweep through the house to make sure no one was inside but you.
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