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Last night was one of those nights I had trouble sleeping. Granted, I don’t sleep much anyways but the painful sight of Mike and Mary with their throats torn out sitting at their dining room table about to have dinner will be permanently engraved in my brain. I’ve seen a lot of death in my short life but it’s always the ones that meant something to you that stays with you. That haunts you because you couldn’t save them.
So I spent a good portion of the night and early morning playing with Stella. Eric and I have adopted her, since she has no where else to go. We stopped on the way back to the penthouse to pick up a few necessities from the store that a one-year-old energetic, sassy cat such as Stella might need. It was actually kind of funny to sit there and watch Eric try and d
