On Her Terms
A yellow-eyed Calico cat guarded the parsley patch. Calico sounded like prairie skirts, gypsy breezes, flute notes drifting dunes. That cat and I had been staring at each other all summer. Mrs. Casio’s high heels...
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A yellow-eyed Calico cat guarded the parsley patch. Calico sounded like prairie skirts, gypsy breezes, flute notes drifting dunes. That cat and I had been staring at each other all summer. Mrs. Casio’s high heels...
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