Surprising. Not. She has a cat. Surprising? No scary. Cat lady. Something else for her to do, to care for, to think about. To pet and pamper. She said she wants to write about her cat. Cat stories. My brain has gone elsewhere. I'm thinking about fried chicken and corn on the cob. Hmmmm. I wonder if her book will be a cook book. Tastes like chicken. The clock is ticking loudly. Cat lady is wearing a sweater, yet she keeps fanning herself and her face is bright red. Did I see a droplet of sweat? Did she wipe it away? She can't keep her eyes open. Mine start to droop. We're in harmony like a sleepy symphony. Why doesn't she take her sweater off? Somebody's phone is urging attention. What did she say? Her cat talks to her? I think I'm going to be sick.
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