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		<title>Cat</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[She sipped her coffee. The cream was on the verge of rotten; the coffee tasted thick. again. There’s something exhilarating about doing nothing, she thought, because it means I could be doing anything. There’s that cat. That damn cat. It mills around her porch a lot.  It doesn’t know quite where it’s going.  She should [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>She sipped her coffee.<br />
The cream was on the verge of rotten; the coffee tasted thick.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">again.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><em>There’s something exhilarating about doing nothing</em>, she thought, <em>because it means I could be doing anything.</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><em> There’s that cat.<br />
That damn cat.</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">It mills around her porch a lot.  It doesn’t know quite where it’s going.  She should be able to relate to that cat.  But it reminds her of herself, so she loathes it.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><em> That damn cat.<br />
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<p style="text-align: right;" dir="ltr">It was about to rain.</p>
<p>Was it raining in Fiji?</p>
<p style="text-align: right;" dir="ltr">How about Israel?</p>
<div><em>What am I doing with my life?<br />
</em>She tugged at the sleeves of her sweater.  The cold was worming its way into her skin.  She hates the cold.<br />
The cat was watching her.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><em> That damn cat.</em></div>
<div>Maybe she should call someone.  A friend.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">What friends?</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><em>This coffee is gross.<br />
</em>Why does she drink so much coffee?</div>
<p style="text-align: right;" dir="ltr">Why did she eat so much last night?</p>
<div>Was the fourth serving worth it?<br />
She felt fat.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;" dir="ltr">She wished she was a cat.</p>
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