Then he said, "I have to go. She'll be looking for me."
We both knew it had to be.
Then, slowly, Alice's cat got up and left.
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I held him in my arms. We both knew he shouldn't be here. I kissed his face, and he tenderly touched mine. We lay together for what seemed like such a short time, cuddling, caressing.
Then he said, "I have to go. She'll be looking for me." We both knew it had to be. Then, slowly, Alice's cat got up and left. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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