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sauntered through the living room into the kitchen. Planting myself in front of the fridge, I meowed. Opening the doors, she looked at the contents. “What do you want, hm? Tuna?” She pulled out a can. I flicked my ears back in disgust. No, thank you. I’d never been a huge fan. “Hmm.” She diverted her attention back to the drawer, bringing out a fresh cut of salmon. “What about this?” Meow. I brushed up against her legs in approval. She chuckled to herself. “Picky cat, huh?” My little witch had no idea.
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