Desiree

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“I’ll have to clean up when I get back. Geez.”  I flicked my ears back in amusement as the human talked to herself.  “Gods, Willow,” she muttered to herself. Willow. I liked that. “You have got to stop talking to the cat like he’s going to respond.”  If only she knew. 
Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)
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