7 / 365 Parker
She was near dead when found. Boney, checkān-out-soon look in her eyes, no fear of us certain carnivores because the end would be a big kitten favor. Her Hail Mary was in the air, deep. Eight years later she sheds.
So many people have come and gone, run through my life like cards in a poker game. Some cards come around again, while others seems to never appear again.
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