Ann Brashares

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Guilt, like the cat she’d never had, wove around her legs and hopped up onto the bed to insinuate itself at close range. ‘Go away,’ she said to the guilt. She imagined it brushing alongside her, swiping its tail against her cheek. Guilt wanted her most when she least wanted it. Cats always loved people who were allergic to them.
Ann Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (Day Thirteen: a quote about cats)

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