i found her on the street.
she is so small. looking so fragile. she must be cold and hungry. i pick her up and she keeps silent.
she does not struggle to escape the grip of my determined hand.
"i'll take you home with me, and feed you". "will you be happy with me?". "will i be happy with you?".
i'm happy now, and she purs in my lap.
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