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[ace_brickman]

So I hear my cats running around. One of them decides to claw at one of their carpeted cat cubbies, scritch-scratching on the carpeted enclosure. Why then do I cast my memory back to the memory of my week on the bottom? Why does my mind jump to the time in my life when I held my friend's cat in the waning moments of his life, and I trim his claws

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[ace_brickman]

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