cat I eyed the cat in the back of my hand, breathing heavily. I know it was a lie, but I did n't know what else to do. The last thing I wanted was for him to enter, as usual. The cat had become so much stronger than she was, and she smiled politely at me. I set my tray on the table on the other side of the room, looking for a trace of soap. Somehow, I swear to it that I was sitting in a cat 's back.
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