“The muggers left it behind. I didn’t want it to die. Do either of you want to touch it?” Scout holds up his hands, and Beck takes a step back. “Roman?” Scout hollers at the top of his lungs. “I have a present for you.” After a long pause, clunking footsteps give way to a sleepy-looking Rome, who must have just crawled out of a nap in his hoodie and boxers. As soon as his golden eyes land on the table, he gasps, “Oh shit.” “Do you know how to take care of…” I quit mid-sentence, because the man isn’t listening to me. He shoves past Scout, scoops up the kitten with no hesitation, and cradles it
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