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“You’ve got to be fucking kiddinga shitload on your cat and you’re here shooting shit into your arm”

“I didn’t ask you to look after my cat,” she snarled

“Yeah, well so died”

“I don’t give a shit about that fucking cat; he could have died for all I cared”

She’s a chick, don’t fucking hit her I loweredpathetic excuse for a ether”

Not waiting for her reply, I turned to leave

“Anyone ever told you what an asshole you are?” she flung at me

I turned back to look at her, “All the fucking tiet your shit together and give Lisa the care she fucking deserves”

I strode back toto have to take him to ith me until I sorted out so him with Michelle now

“A cat? You brought a fucking cat with you?” J gave o twenty minutes later

I placed the cat cage on the floor next to the desk in the office where ould be doing the interviews “Michelle’s off her face, and having just shed some serious coin on him, I didn’t want to leave hi cat to work”

He chuckled, and rubbed his chin “That kid’s got you wrapped around her little finger”

“Shit! Is Madison working this afternoon?”

“No Why?”

I reached in o over to Lisa’s and let her know that I have Monty and that he’s okay She’ll worry otherwise”