Chapter 3

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I slowly went through the streets and just enjoyed the sunny weather. I listened to my favorite song [f/s] and hummed along the melody. I went into a tea shop. It was the tea shop of an old crazy french lady called Ms. Loliaer. She was a friend of my mother so I helped her in her shop because she was so old. I tried to smile and look happy like everytime I was at Ms. Loliaer's shop. "Hello Ms. Loliaer!" I said with a bright voice when I entered the dark shop. "Oh, [y/n] is it you?" She was in her small living room right behind the shop. She entered the shop and looked at me. "Oh, [y/n]. How are you, darling? When we have seen us the last time?" She came closer and hugged me. "Well, yesterday, Ms. Loliaer." Then her 7 cats entered the shop and I petted them. "Oh really? Nevermind..." she went to a chair and sat down. "Weedy, come to momma." She said with her raspy voice and a brown cat jumped on her lap. "Good boy." She whispered. Then she looked at me and smiled "Could you clean the shelves? The shelves where the tea is standing, you know?..." 'What a surprise. we are in a tea shop.' I thought when she was talking. "...and the carpet is dirty again. And you have to feed Mimmi, Weedy, Boogy, Awi, Hipsi and Flipsi. Don't feed Ball. He ate the food of the other kitties." She looked with an angry face to a white fat cat that was laying on a shelf." I sighed: "Okay, Ms. Loliaer." And began my daily work.

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