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Jun 8
My cat and I. Her name is Hazel.
We're just sitting here you see.
Myself, staring into the chaotic mess that is subjectivity.
Her? Well I myself am not foolish enough to think I could fathom what she's thinking.
However,
we sit in agreement on one subject.
We don't like you.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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