VSS365 Twitter Prompt

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Walking by a cemetery one night I hear a cat meow.
I bit my lip, it was a cold, foggy, October night.
But the meows of a hurt cat echoed in the air.
I follow them through the headstones.
I stop when the meowing does.
In front of me a marble monument…
With my name.

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