eep. But s.

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    So it bot nigco find t I’d knitted a second  and lost my young man. t my sister. Noime. I  to lose. there was only me now.

    I looked at t  for me.

    Per didn’t matter, I told myself. o miss me? No one  er all, at least I’d  like my young man. And also I remembered tty’s face, t  be so bad, I t.

    I set to unraveling tra   of t, you mig  to be found . “Silly old ting in ? Surned   t. So I undid it. And as I o go, in my mind.

    I don’t kno. But eventually a noise found its o my ear. From out-of-doors. A cry, like some lost animal. I s, not expecting anyto come no first I paid no notice. But I  again. It seemed to be calling me. For uck out  per , lost its moto meet my maker, ttle cat, s  fur, kept distracting me. And I t, Just because I’m dying, t’s no reason to deny one of God’s creatures a bit of o eat. And I migell you, I didn’t mind t of ure by me rig t moment. So I  to the door.

    And here?

    tucked in t of tten. Poor little mite. Cold and  and  doe you saopped crying.

    I didn’t linger outdoors. You ed feeding and some dry t stop long in t a quick look. Not all. Just tling trees at to toward Angelfield?

    I clutco me, came inside and closed the door.

    ted to me. time, and it  came to t taug to go reading too muco coincidences. I ime to be t deater t, anyway.

    I o t.

    And we lived er.

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