“You idiot! Do you even look around?!”
“— Me? This is a pedestrian crossing!”
“— So what? Is that an excuse?! I could’ve been killed, you fool! And they would’ve scraped you off the asphalt! The road is slippery!”
“— Don’t speed, if it’s slippery,” I snap back.
Around the corner, from where he burst out in his car, sirens can already be heard.
“— You owe me now! For the car and for moral damages. Got it? And if you think I won’t find you—or that I’ll forget—you're wrong! We’ll definitely see each other again.”
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I didn’t think this would happen so soon. And even less did I expect that this red-haired cat would move into our house!
She showed up at night. Scared, soaked, and frozen. On her pale cheeks, smudges from mascara, lips bitten to blood, jeans torn, and a stupid knitted sweater in the mud.