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The laundry’s a brewing, I’ve got to get a doing. That’s all she said, and then she was gone. I was left in the dark, but I’d been there before. As my eyes adjusted to the glow of monitors, I heard the bell, the one around Sam’s neck, that told every mouse and bird that she was coming. No matter, she was fast, a good climber, she could hold her own against big bruisers like Buster. She leaned against me to say hello, then headed to the dog food trough. Manners, she had the manners to say hello before eating. And that’s how it all began….

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