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There's a kitty perched languorously on the edge of my desk, velvet paws stacked one on top of the other with relaxed indifference. Her rhythmic purring intermingles with the drone and patter of my computer and keyboard creating a melodic song as slow moving shadows etch across the floor on this peaceful Sunday morning. What a wonderful start to the day. 
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