i pet my cat Isis with my left hand as i sat on my white and golden bedspread. my right hand was still bandaged over. over and over again i remembered how painful it had been to keep the chain that i was wearing as a sinturon right now with my black pants and golden shoulder-line sleeveless top. Isis flipped over on her back and i rubbed her cream belly softly,making he purr a bit louder. she was a white cat with kitten fur, but she had cream Tabby and Egyptian Mau marks on her. a knock at the door interrupted my thoughts and i sat up, as i had been lying down. "come in." i invited.
my Father...
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