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Post by Atraielees on Nov 28, 2009 2:07:38 GMT -5
Away in rural Winsor, the cat known to many as Old Deuteronomy was laying peacefully on the vicarage wall. He had not been in the junkyard since the ball, two weeks ago, so he was taking a well deserved nap. All at once, he woke up sniffing the air. There was nothing new in the air though; Just a feeling deep in his soul; a call from Everlasting himself.
“Hmmm,” Deut said aloud, “I fear I may be needed soon.”
With that he leapt from the wall, with an odd grace for his age, and started his short journey to London.
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