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I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to. Control, real control, lives in the quiet moments, the pauses between my words, the way I make Princess Junie’s Pet wait for approval that may or may not come.
He messages me first thing every morning. Of course he does. He always does. A simple check-in, something small, something eager. And I let it sit. Not because I’m busy, but because I can. Because anticipation is part of the lesson.
When I finally respond, it’s never more than a few words.
Stupid pet.