Hamster Cage Gatsby

Once, when I visited my baby brother in college, a friend taught him how to tear up phone books. We left my brother’s dorm room looking like a hamster cage. Fast-forward to an older, more mature me: I have papers all over from finally unpacking apartment decor. But it still looks like a hamster cage. And Gatsby is the hamster.

Hamster Gatsby


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