There he was, once again, the beautiful white cat with bright blue eyes. He stares at my door, day after day, hoping that one day I will let him in. His fur is soft against my hand as i pet him. He listens to me when no one else will. I know not of where his owner is. He has no ID, though somehow I cannot bring myself to let him in. I know somewhere in this neighborhood is his home. I could not take him away from his family like I had been taken from mine.
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The Little Girl
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