Cat Eye

She purred into his shoulder and curled up on his lap.

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Zarah waited at the bar for him. Her fancy cocktail was one where she had to look up what the individual ingredients were.

He liked places that fancy.

The only thing glaringly feline about her was the cat eyes that she had painted on her face.




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F. Leonora Solomon

F. Leonora Solomon

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