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green_dreamsReading through Wraith: The Great War.
I cannot find words beyond "Those poor bastards."
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Angel is somewhere in a darkened cage in a building that smells funny, hungry and in pain from her tooth. I left a T-shirt with her for comfort; it is probably not nearly warm and squishy enough to be comfortable. She likes my duvet.
I am a *terrible* cat owner.
The thought of her plotting feline revenge, oddly enough, reassures me greatly.
I cannot find words beyond "Those poor bastards."
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Angel is somewhere in a darkened cage in a building that smells funny, hungry and in pain from her tooth. I left a T-shirt with her for comfort; it is probably not nearly warm and squishy enough to be comfortable. She likes my duvet.
I am a *terrible* cat owner.
The thought of her plotting feline revenge, oddly enough, reassures me greatly.
