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I went to Rat Academy. Yes that's a thing.
I went to Rat Academy. Yes that's a thing.
Bushwick rats are getting casual.
Each night, when I walk home to my apartment, I engage in a bizarre dance with my very own garbage can rat. For the sake of this article, we’ll call him Ratty (though that’s not his real name). As I turn the corner onto my street and begin approaching the front door, I start to shout, “Ratty! Ratty! I’m home.” I wait. “Ratty…Ratty, darling, I’m back.”
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