Without warning, the cat deflated and sauntered forward. Oh, fuck. What was it doing? I stepped back and flattened myself against the door, weirdly mesmerized by how its eyes glowed in the darkness. This small fluffy creature would be so easy to kill, yet I had no desire to harm it. That had to be a good sign, right? Or was this such a new experience that whatever horrible response I might normally have was muted? “No scratching,” I told the cat. There was still a chance that some monstrous craving for blood was stirring beneath the surface, undetected, and if it attacked me, those murderous
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i am living for josh’s inner dialect 😭😭
