Macee Grisenti

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“Oh, hello,” McCabe says from behind me, and when I turn to see what he’s talking about, Tabitha is rubbing herself up against his ankles. I’m just about to remind him that she’s evil, when he bends to pick her up. She goes willingly into his arms, snuggling against his chest and purring.
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