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He scampered quickly across the rooftops, barely letting the balls of his feet touch the tiles before they were off again. He recalled hearing, "Cat on a hit tin roof," but he couldn't remember what it related to. It didn't matter. Escape was the only thing on his mind.
He didn't move. There was no flinch, even in the soft spot around his eyes. She struck him with truth from her tongue but he could only absorb the shock. It was too late to avoid the honesty. But he won't run. He'll take every shot she can hurl at him. He deserves it. Anything is better than losing her. And even if he does, at least he'll have this one last memory of their time together.
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