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Marie Antoine Cat

Marie Antoine Cat is too refined for my taste. The bachelor Tom said with disdain and haste. I thought this was too bad, for it was kind of a waste. Would have made a fine litter, both city-paced. That tom is sneaky another feline cat said. He probably has romantic thought in his handsome head. He tries to pretend he’s not interested, but he’s not dead. She is a gorgeous kitty, fluffy and very well-bred. I had no idea what Tom’s intentions were, true. But if he wanted good blood, Marie Antoine’s was quite blue. I decided to step out of it, for I had not a clue What either was thinking or feeling or what they might do.

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