You Need To Leave
“I need you to back away slowly,” the vet whispered. “No sudden movements, especially if you love your eyeballs and want them to remain attached inside their sockets.”  Â
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“What?” Jazmine asked. Fear drilled through her veins as her eyes finally opened. What she was looking at was not a cat. It turned to her, its tail straight and head hung low. Its imposing snarl would be the last thing she hears.
To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
