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Cleopatras Aggressive Cat

Cleopatra’s aggressive cat made her look mild. Conniving and planning disaster while he smiled. Poisoning that queen, that prince and that king. I think we should do every diabolical thing. We never knew his name, but he had our number. He walked with a cat prance that had a teensy lumber. His paws were enormous, teeth wickedly pointed and white. If you were not fearful of that cat, then you were not bright.

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