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I awoke this morning just amiable, ready to start my day, and present that fantastical speech I prepared for the office. Involuntarily I spilled my coffee all over my suit as I accidentally had stepped on my cat. Β "Sir Pounce, are you alright" I murmured as I wiped my jacket with a kitchen towel. Β The cat stood there, staring at me, stoical and unflinching with a cold unforgiving demeanor. Β Β The staring contest went on for what seemed like an eternity, like two cowboys at high noon, ready to draw.
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