A giant rabbit has taken to sitting in my front room, ears brushing the ceiling, the lettuce it steals from my fridge tiny and ridiculous in its huge mouth; the red of its eyes some photographic mishap writ large, its leavings in gravelly cairns on the carpet. He and I eye each other awaiting developments, unsure what happens next. Some boy’s birthday party when I was young, I remember, the boy had rabbits, I always wanted a rabbit… ‘And now you’ve got one!’ you tell me and laugh.
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