CATS
He was dead. That was the first thing MungoJerrie realised as he gazed at the body that lay before him like a discarded shoe. The markings matched his, the thick scuffy head was his, the scar above the left eye was his. No doubt about it. That was his body. It was a shame he had not died as quite as handsomely as he lived though. He frowned at
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