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that flower, she had clutched in her trembling paws, the petals smushed together from the built-up pressure.
a token.
a tiny, useless token.
i'm not sure what i felt at that moment.
he stood beside me, waiting for me to make the first move.
but that expression... that twisted, hopeless expression...
how far would i go just to keep that damn cat in power?
how long was i planning to do this?
yes.
yes, we did.
we took care of them well.
and now that i left...
left you behind...
i have them all standing right beside me.
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