Our poor neglected foxes. I always liked Thomas—Alex could go take a
flying leap as far as I was concerned; mostly he was sort of a
space-filler, a reason for Thomas to feel like he had something good
going on. But Thomas himself... well, he was sort of a way to embody a
sense of low self-esteem that really had no reason to exist. Thomas was
chubby, but he was cute as all hell, and I think everybody wanted to get
him in bed (including me, hey); but everyone assumed he was taken,
because of Alex, which made Thomas all the surer that nobody was really
after his tail, and all the weaker of ego. Sort of a mini-tragedy in the
background, one that was never really explicitly called out...
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