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they Are A Cat

Faded posters on brick fences, once blaring red and neon green, spoke only in black and grey as people walked by. Winds like hell, with heat that left all metal and stone warm to the touch hours after the sun had gone down. It could have been Autumn – the leaves were dried, brittle, cracked.