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Lombard glared up at the newcomer with a look of pure feline animosity on her furry face. She did not, however, offer to move.
Brooke rushed in to smooth troubled waters. “That animal is just a cat, actually a very sweet cat.”
“An oxymoron if I ever heard one.” Mrs. Sisk dismissed Brooke with a flick of her stubby eyelashes. “Mr. Jackson, whatever are you thinking of? This practically constitutes child abuse.”
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