You're at the vet crying. I can't, mom, It is ok. Your mom says i well stay. You walk out to they car and cry. A week goes by. "You're walking down the street, still depressed about august." When you walk out on the street. An arm grabs you just before you get hit .Hey, please be careful a voice says. you look up and see a boy with black hair and cat color eyes smile at you .
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