“…
Turning a blind eye to me, the wild white cat started exchanging gamey grins with the new swain without any shame.
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I was impelled to construe the meaning the shift was pregnant with. Dazed by the blow, I could only say ugh!
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Was the cat hamming it up? Or, it’s my overreacting?”
Ish said,
June 22, 2009 at 3:42 pm
I am ishwor dahal.