if we have a baby, she says
maybe it will save
our marriage.
what about a cat, you
offer. you've always
be fond of cats.
didn't you have one
once?
we still do, she says.
over there.
you look to where she's
pointing.
a black and white cat
is sitting on the windowsill
taking a bath
by licking its paws
and rubbing them against
its ears. oh, you say.
never mind, she says.
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