I wasn’t always a princess on a pillow. I was born on the mean streets of Santa Monica, my name was “Moon,” and I was infested with fleas. But then one fateful day in 2013, I left for the glamorous life and never looked back. My humans, Elicia and David, saved me from the doldrums of scarcity and mediocrity — thank goodness.
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