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... ent, expressionless, then flung it out with the same hand still holding its paw. "Where did this cat come from? It stinks."
The calico tumbled across the street in a series of wobbly rolls, then landed on its rear and sat there, dazed, staring straight ahead.
Rita’s blank look was not only because Apache had tossed her out. The moment her paw brushed Apache’s fingertips, the system had begun pinging You Are Being Watched on repeat. There were a lot of eyes on her.
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