Still Not Sober, Hurrah!
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It's just a felineI tell myself in words ten feet tall, bold, vibrant so self-assured for inkblots chicken scratchings speaking firmly as if such decisive speech will change the universe give me strength just a feline and I am a mouse hunted, or ignored, or treated as a simple fluffy toy pounced tossed devoured, eventually hm, unpleasant thoughts it's just a feline I will repeat that as I stare hungrily into dangerous eyes waiting, open mouth kiss or bite I am a very small mouse in a very large world is it any wonder that a cave even one so well-guarded seems a fitting and even proper hiding place?
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