I just got back from malling (mauling!) and looking at random cats. None of them were kittens, though, so Vikki didn't want them. Oh, and then we went to her parents' friends' house and laughed at their 30 pound cat. No, I'm serious, that cat is huge. We were going to get Vikki's tennis racquet restrung, with neon yellow string, but the person that
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