The Cat
I called for her once, actually I called for her every time we went out but I arrived this evening and she was crying – the cat had died and she had to stay in? There I was dressed up and wearing my new French pink lipstick; which had taken me weeks to save for from my Saturday job at Woolworths and I had to go back home.
I did not forgive her for a long time.
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