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As a child, I had a pet rock. My family was too poor to buy me one.

“We don’t have the room.”
“Rocks are too noisy.”
“Maybe when you’re a little older.”

I was allergic to anything with fur. Except rodents. Maybe it’s due to their size – they can’t generate enough dander. Never tried being around a very large rodent, though. I might be allergic to a capybara.

Uh, where am I? Oh…off on a tangent.

Anyway, I managed to get a pet rock. On a field trip to the beach, I snatched one up while no one was looking.

I told my parents it followed me home.

Rocks don’t have genders. I named my rock Fluffy and thought of it as a “he”.

I wanted to take really good care of Fluffy so I went to the library to learn more about rocks.

Rocks don’t have families as we think of them. Rocks have aggregations.

Fluffy was very quiet, a flat piece of Serpentine with some white veins.

He was very good at keeping the papers on my desk from blowing away.

I rubbed him so much, he had a shiny spot on one side.

Then I thought of the quote by Richard Bach: “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”

I took Fluffy back to the beach where I had found him. As much as I cared for Fluffy, I knew he had to return to his aggregation.

Fluffy was very beautiful – he fit in my small palm quite nicely, smooth and cool.

I put him on the gravelly ocean shore and he didn’t move. I nudged him with my shoe and he wouldn’t take the hint.

Finally, I hefted him in my hand and skipped him on the gentle wake of the ocean.

He skipped thrice..and was gone.

He never returned.

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