KITTY
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An impartial glass tube confirmed that Kit had fallen ill. She flatly refused to take the pills. She asked for tea with rum, curled up in a blanket on the sofa in the living room and turned on the Cube. She was shivering, her eyes shone feverishly, intoxicatingly, hot green. Lou ran around, not knowing how to drink or feed her to make her feel better. Do you want an orange? Not? some water? Juice? Warm milk? Yes, he remembers that she doesn’t drink soy stuff, he goes to the store for real milk… Maybe it’s worth calling a doctor after all?
“Bunny, just lie down next to me and that’s it ... stop wailing like my granny,” Kit smiled. - If I want something, I will ask ... Just don't cuddle ..
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