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it had started to rain, but we didnt care every word that was spoken held onto the air |
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my cat sits in my lap and stares at me and licks my hand and puts her ears up to my stomach and heart and listens. and when you kiss the air she knows what to do because she loves getting kisses from me. i treat my cat like a baby. a real baby. she makes me feel like she makes time for me. she follows me around to love on me because that is what she thinks is important. |