This story is about death. A while ago, I had met a cat on the way home. We’d carefully watched out for each other. Even though when we had known each other for a long long time, we had kept some distance all the time. I cannot forget the day when the cat allowed me to touch him. He was very warm and soft. That’s how we became friends. One grey drizzly day, the cat died. What I saw the next morning looked like a dress left by the cat. I folded up what remained with sincer...
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This story is about death. A while ago, I had met a cat on the way home. We’d carefully watched out for each other. Even though when we had known each other for a long long time, we had kept some distance all the time. I cannot forget the day when the cat allowed me to touch him. He was very warm and soft. That’s how we became friends. One grey drizzly day, the cat died. What I saw the next morning looked like a dress left by the cat. I folded up what remained with sincerity and buried it.
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