There’s a man in my neighborhood who comes to the park with his 5-year-old pet turtle named Herbert. He said I could touch Herbert and so I did. I touched his shell, rubbed it, and Herbert took his neck out of the neck shield and looked around and stretched before taking small steps. “He loves it,” said the man. 

Falling in love with Herbert was instantaneous. Not slow. Steady? We shell see.

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