Rasheed drove off and I walked slowly through the rain up the driveway to my house. It had become foreboding without duo to brighten it. I sighed heavily and trooped up to the porch swing. I plopped down into it and shot up immediately shrieking. I looked down to the swing where I had nearly squashed a midnight black cat. He was hissing like wild fire at nearly being a cat pancake. I calmed him down and was shocked to see that he had bright blue eyes, just like duos was my first instinct. I shook my head and scooped him up. I wouldn't begrudge the poor animal shelter out of this mess. Gray dimness filled the house where a few strangled sunrays penetraited the rain. I made my way to the kitchen and flicked on the light. I placed the remarkable placid animal on the counter and opened the fridge. After a bowl of milk the cat settled down on the couch and I went upstairs. In my had were plastic and paper bags, I would have to go through duos stuff. Slowly I opened his door, wishing he were still here to yell at me for invading his privacy. I turned on the light and looked around sadly. I placed the bags on his bed and opened his closet. I would keep some of his clothes, and stuff, then give away the rest I guess. It hurt like a knife stabbing through me to do it but I separated out the clothes I would keep and those to donate. I moved then to the personal items that would crush me more than the clothes. I pulled down a box off a shelf and sat on the floor. Upon opening the box, I lost control of the tears, and they streamed down my face. In the box were mixed little trinkets and things from birthdays and Christmases long since past. I rifled through the box and at last got it sorted. It took me hours but I was finished except for one large box at the back of the closet. I pulled it out and with trembling fingers drew back the flaps. The tears increased. Inside were photo albums and things from his childhood. I sat down heavily and began to look through the box. Memories of holidays and family events went through my head as I looked through the photo albums. I found duos first soccer ball, and his old stuffed toys and action figures. I cried as I held to me the stuffed cat I gave to him on his 5th birthday and rocked it back and forth. I imagined what duo would say if he saw his beloved things being packed away and started to cry harder. All at once a yell issued through the room. "MY STUFF!!!!!!! WHAT DID U DO!?!?!?!" I whirled around to the door, and there stood the cat, bushed out and hissing. I stared at the cat as it wobbled into the room. My eyes widened as it went to the closet, I paled as I heard it cuss. It turned around and approached me. I backed away terrified of it. Its eyes softened at the sight of me. "lita………."I heard it speak in duos voice. Then the cat started crying, as I was, painfully and full of sadness. I blanched and edged towards the cat. "Du,…duo???" I whispered. The cat looked up at me, and with a watery smile, joked, "You were expecting the easter bunny?" That's when I passed out.
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