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Under My Bed I got
the coolest gift for my 13th birthday. An all black cat. Every The first time my new cat Amigo came into my bedroom he looked under the bed. There was nothing there but he hissed, howled and then turned and fled the room. It's been almost 14 years and still will not enter that room. When Wellington was alive we used to rake leaves together every fall. Well i'd rake the leaves he'd jump in the piles. In the fall I have occassionally seen his ghost, it's a little black streak that still goes jumping into the leaf piles. Please
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