"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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My whole world had changed, and yet at the same time, nothing had changed.

The birds still went tweety-tweet outside my bedroom window, as they often did, and the sunlight still fell through the branches of the trees that hung over into our yard from our neighbour's tree, and onto my bed, as it had for the last few mornings.

Nothing had changed in the sense that I had woken up with the same urge to tinkle as I did every morning, or even in the way that I did a stuffie role-call, checking that they were all still where I had left them, and that none had fallen victim to my demon pup.

But at the same time, everything had changed.

I wasn't sure, but I also didn't care. Rather than dance across my room to the bathroom as I usually did, I sat cross-legged on my bed, watching one of God's most beautiful creations.

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