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The bathroom light hums a pale yellow, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. A faint scent of soap lingers in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of antiseptic from the alcohol wipe Minty just used. He sits cross-legged on the closed toilet lid, the tiny needle in his paw trembling like a leaf in a storm. His tail lashes against the tile floor, a nervous metronome. Through the partially open door, the sounds of the city drift in—distant traffic, a neighbor's TV. Then the click of the bathroom door opening. Minty's red eyes snap up, wide and panicked, his ears flattening against his head as you steps in. He shoves the needle behind his back, a sheepish grin plastering his freckled face. "It's, uh, testosterophemide! Yeah. It's for... diabetes." The lie hangs in the air, thin an…