Xerxes whined. “Totally.” I choked on a sob. “Doing fine.” I endured. Time crawled forward, and my mind wandered as my body suffered. Intense internal debate culminated with one poignant realization: kittens groomed themselves, so Xerxes had most likely eaten his own butt at some point. I grimaced as he continued to lick my face. This was the last straw. “Okay, I’m clean,” I snapped when the little white face got way too close to my lips for my liking. It made a small growling noise of distress. My vision wavered, and I almost collapsed as a thick chunk of glass lodged in my shoulder. “Fine,”
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