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A running cat

She stood in front of the door waiting for one more songs. Then, the man gave her a warm smile and went back into his house slowly without saying a word.

She decided to follow him.

The light was so dim in the house, and no one else’s here. The house was big, but not many things inside it, she saw a radio which was playing the beautiful melody at the first sight.

The man sat on an armchair silently, looking at a picture with the music going on. She suddenly found out that the man was lonely, and so was she. And the most important thing, she liked him.

In the house with dim light but warm, and with a man who had a nice smile. She finally knew that there’s where she could stop running.

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