the last insurance claws

They were shooting cats and calling it self-defense. The sheriff was calling it the same. That was the trouble with this town, and a short-haired tabby like me was going to claw these sons of bitches to death in this

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Vampires unfriend me when learning about my sunroof, while werewolves keep opening it during the full moon. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pexels.com —