ELLA: the reincarnated (PAW'S CONNECTION 1)

ELLA: the reincarnated (PAW'S CONNECTION 1)

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SYNOPSIS: Harper couldn't accept the fact that her beloved Ella - her chum- died because she believed someone from her neighborhood poisoned Ella. Ella is a clumsy and playful cat, which may be the reason of her death. Her neighbors are not fond of cat chums and are more into dogs. "The moment that my Ella comes back, we will curse and punish the one who made her suffer and die!" ~ Every person has their own chum, a companion, a partner, a soulmate. May it be a cat or a dog. Bought from a shop or rescued from a street. You will be attached to your chum, and he or she will be to you. Wherever you are, the moment you breath the same air with your chum - literally, you will know it to yourself that your own soulmate is nearby. Both of you will feel each other's presence, a paw's connection.
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