Murchik-cat’s ashes

I’ve been thinking about what happened. People began to act strangely missing. We stopped to feed and care …
I so want to sit on the lap of a mistress. But she did not hear or see me. Just walking around the house
and strange singing. Vesta is my favorite friend. I’m ready to run for her anywhere. Our children have
not seen this terrible inverted world. His distorted reflection.

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