Her cat actually looked at the unconscious cat in the corner of my eye, as though he was trying to calm her. I know, I know, and I did n't have a clue what to do with it. The scent of roses filled the air. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It was so long ago that I was no longer in love with him, but by now, I 'd be content to sit in the cat 's nest for a very long time.
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