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Narcissi looked at the two cats she was now supposedly in charge of - like the marriage she had had.
The second one.
They were only here because she had poor boundaries, and couldn't say no to something that clung to her so needy and cuddled so well.
She had done another walk around the victory lap. Cold had entered the forecast again, and she donned her Oakland hat and noted that the strange neighbors with the Bernie bumper sticker continued to maintain their Christmas decorations well into this 22nd day of February.
Whatever floated a boat.
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