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Our last conversation was about the cat.
We met at the intersection in front of the engine room.
He said she was hiding under the stairs and was giving him a hateful look.
"I'm not surprised at all:" I grabbed him by the shoulders: "the darkness only accentuates your rough ape-like form."
He smiled: but his eyes remained serious.
"See you:" I added and ran to the lab.
"See you:" I heard his voice behind me: "see you Robert."