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“ What’s gotten into you?” he wondered, blinking in sudden frustration.“Not you, that’s for a certainty. Matt Tomerlin
“ Right,” Thatcher said, “let’s have a look at her.”Katherine hesitated. The kitten was fast asleep in her arms and she was afraid to wake her. “Something amiss?” Thatcher asked.Katherine giggled at her… Matt Tomerlin
