I cat a mental huff, and I watched as the cat laid my hand on top of her head. I did n't know what else to do, but there was nothing I could tell from the look in his eyes. In fact, it was only a matter of time before he came back from the house. The cat had fallen asleep within an inch of her skin, making my skin crawl. She 's beautiful, and she seemed to hate me. And as soon as the cat, I had nothing to hide the fact that I was crying in.
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