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A squirrel perched on his leg and he bends down, whispering to it a little, and giving it a small kiss on the nose when it turns to sniff his face. He gives it a smile as it wipes its face and skitters away with a handful of food.
Ben looks up to the attic. “How am I gonna do this.” He sighs.
Violet walks up beside him and takes his arm. “Be gentle, Benjamin. He likes them.”
Ben runs a hand through his hair. “But why??”