Stray

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I go on and on and on wondering why all these things happen around me, yet I have never been able to find any answers. The good thing about today was that a kitten came towards me, twice. He was alone, with no one around him. I wish I could take him home. It was the first animal to ever give a damn about me, but the thing is ... well, the thing is that I did not. I walked away. He and his all, jumping and running in all directions just to find someone or something to play with. He had bright eyes, shiny ones, those kind that you only see once or twice in your lifetime, those that stick with you, those that go on and on and on and on and ...

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