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The next morning Alicia comes to my house again, this time when I'm putting my wet laundry in the dryer. She's wearing a yellow shirt and a skirt printed with giant tropical flowers, and she's holding a cat carrier. I don't have a cat. If she's giving away a cat carrier, I'm the wrong person to try and give it to.
"I'm so sorry to bother you," she says, "but I'm at my wits' end. Do you want a cat? If you don't want to keep him, can you foster him until I can find him a home?" She lifts the cat carrier enough for me to look inside, and sure enough, a pair of yellow eyes looks back at me.
( That's not Madame CJ, is it? )
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"I'm so sorry to bother you," she says, "but I'm at my wits' end. Do you want a cat? If you don't want to keep him, can you foster him until I can find him a home?" She lifts the cat carrier enough for me to look inside, and sure enough, a pair of yellow eyes looks back at me.
( That's not Madame CJ, is it? )
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