I stood by the window,
smoking a cigarette.
Maybe two.
And a cat sat one floor below
Blinking her big eyes
Licking her paws.
And she looked at me
And meowed
And I looked at her
And blew smoke
She stared at me
I stared at her.
None of us moved for a while.
You see -
She understood me,
And I understood her.
We both wanted to stay away from humans.
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Suicide Lane Cafe
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