scoops out some cat food and puts it in one of the empty bowls. She raises up and tries to locate that bar to steady herself before going back upstairs. Her light flashes on something, someone and this person is rushing toward her. She wants to say his name, but the word is ruptured, crumbling into the air as the cat contorts itself into an undone circle, tightening itself around its nest of everything.
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