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I want to believe. I would believe.
*its
Maybe you knocked the vase over. Ever, thought about that human?
Oh no, that’s him officer.
The eyes on that cat spell “murder” to me. When my cat looks at me like that, I’m reaching for the cat toys.
I’ve had cats for most of my life and those are the pupils of a culprit.
dog did it. they was just guarding the evidence.
The narrator: they don’t even have a dog.
A evil dog jumped through the window and broke the vase. It covered its entrance to make the cat look like the animal responsible
I was attacked by the Vase. You could have lost me.
the floor dealt the fatal blow, with assists from gravity and whoever put that thing in kitty’s way.
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It’s the eyes that get me
Yeah, must be the wind
