The Cat And Narrator Are Jerks

The Cat And Narrator Are Jerks

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How will you do when both a cat and the narrator are constantly insulting your intelligence as you're reading what is supposed to be read and you just don't understand why they hate you so much and what you did to deserve all these insults even though you do deserve them because I'm the narrator and I say you do so that automatically means that you do because I'm awesome and you're not? I, the narrator, take a deep breath. That was a lot of words without any punctuation. (None of these should be taken personally, I don't actually think any of these insults about anyone -Loaf Cat)
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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