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white paper bag

thought-less
Yesterday I gave this puppy
a white paper bakery bag
to play with what did I
Imagine??
Something a cat would do–
chase it or crawl inside headfirst.
You
walked away with it pleasantly
surprised.
House grew quiet
until I remembered
you are not a
Cat
and I learned that “horrified laughter”
is not an exclusively
literary expression
but a real sound that I
know how to make

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