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When life writes stories…




What’s that?


What’s what?


It sounds like digging.


It sounds like what?


Digging. Like with a spade. Somebody’s right outside our door, digging!


Let me check.



Peaking over the garden wall, there’s a dark figure heaving and aching, somewhat twisted in an awkward position, as if stuck entangled to the ground, next to him a creepy bundle that in a weird way seemed too alive to just be lying there, and indeed, whatever he struggled with he seemed to have come loose, turning towards the bundle, he lifts the spade and…



What are you doing there!



In complete and utter shock he drops the spade, it falls onto the bundle, he shudders and kneels down beside it: I’m burying my cat.






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