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The floor creaks as you step inside of the old cottage Your eyes begin to adjust to the soft rays of yellow light streaming through the dusty windows. The smell of strawberries wafts through the room and reminds you of something familiar. A warm feeling spreads through your chest. A purring calico cat rubs itself against your legs. You see an overstuffed armchair in the corner; its edges are tattered, you suppose, by the claws of that same cat. You take a seat and close your eyes. You think you'll stay awhile.
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