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[failingfelicity]

[In a neutral room Miranda's sprawled on her back on a couch. There's a gray tabby kitten sprawled in turn atop her stomach. If you look carefully, you might see a slight swell to it. She wiggles her fingers above the kitten, smiling as it clamors to try and catch hold of her hand.]

I guess you're proof enough I really was there, hm?