Cats and Rabbits

[chunasperendao]

Late Saturday night, after I'd lain down to bed, I heard a man's voice, screaming horribly in the distance. I sprang from the floor without a thought, tore open my doors and bolted outside barefoot. I heard a second scream, which struck my ear as less urgent, but still distressed, and closer. I moved toward the path that runs past the dead end

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[bayonetta]

It's sad, isn't it? You, or anyone, could be screaming because of a fire, or a break-in, or an assault, and no one would even bother to take a few minutes out of their own self-absorbed lives to see what was going on.

Sorry, I know I sound a little cynical there, but I have little faith in the human race.

At least you know that despite everything you've been through, you still have your humanity. That has to count for something, if for nothing else than to distinguish you from all the self-absorbed jackasses.