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Chapter 292 v7c39: Westward Leading
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... lit, and he was running his fingers through Magistrate Fluffy's fur. The ancient tom was dozing and purring in a regal manner; his grey fur poofy, but starting to thin. He was too old to catch mice these days, but his long life of service granted him certain privileges, and his children and grandchildren did his duty for him. So the good Magistrate could focus on more important things—like warming people's legs.
The lunch rush was over, his boy could take on any stragglers, and it was i ...
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