They say cats can sense pure evil the moment it walks into a room. That would certainly explain why Josephine dug her claws into the flesh of my calf, rudely waking me from a sound sleep the moment my sister entered my bedroom. The cat bolted past her, running for dear life. Zara jerked the covers from my bed and ordered me around as usual.
Play Chicken With An Idiot
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