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still pulsing in this forgotten shed, wrapped up in every stitch of those old sweaters.
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still pulsing in this forgotten shed, wrapped up in every stitch of those old sweaters.
The mother cat lifted her head slowly. Her green eyes met mine, calm and watchful. She didn’t flinch or hiss; she just stared, like she knew exactly who I was.
I looked at Baxter. He wagged his tail once, then stepped forward to lick the kittens.
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