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The cat was nervous. He knew he shouldn't be out on a night like this. The
chill wind cut through his smoke grey fur and the glowering clouds threatened rain. Still he pressed onward. She
had to be out here somewhere. Something rustled in the alley ahead and he moved toward it. Could it be her?
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