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Calamitycub had had a horrid past few days. It had been truly awful, with its headaches and it's emotional rollercoaster and several events. She had stressed herself out puzzling over the memories that she had. The one she often revisited in her dreams was the most puzzling. A domestic feline launched through the trees with a black and white tom following her. The dilute calico would turn around often to tease the tom, and it would echo through her mind. "Why don't you come and get me, Locky?" she would giggle, pink scarf fluttering in the wind. They would chase each other throughout the branches, until the dilute calico fell from the tree and landed into the snow below. She would end by teasing the tom. "Sherlockholmes, world's greatest detective, is smiling?" And that's when she would wake up. What did this mean? The kit couldn't answer. She would just vainly attempt to get rid of the piercing emerald eyes of the femme as she bent over her breakfast, chomping on the soft meat.
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