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Texts from my cat. She got out to luxury life. Whenz my turn.

Now, her texts and mine are full with roses! And tulips!

Perk up, little chub. Whether you're a lost king from Lemuria with a message to save humanity through your crystal and dream journeys, or just a stray, who needed to loose weight and I slimmed you down over a year and a half on a mostly vegan diet, I LOVE YOU JAZZ-0

I haven't seen her in 4 months. I'm on screenwriting immersion. I usually just cry staring at her Christmas card and listen to sappy space music. I tried to get rid of her for so long...every day woke up writing some note to her big rich family in Vermont, well there is no rich family in Vermont with a mansion and some kids, she's my cat! It was supposed to be a blind, three year old child in Vermont, who was supposed to take this cat in a soul companion. Never found the child.

At least I have a break from laundry without all the fur. Wearing black was difficult.

"Peaches had no one" echoes through my head from that kind voice on the phone, before I adopted her.


 
CIAO
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