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Your head spins as you look up. The world is filled with Cat-ismatic Immortals, all inviting belly rubs. The t…

Your head spins as you look up. The world is filled with Cat-ismatic Immortals, all inviting belly rubs. The temptation is too much. You touch one, and consciousness fades. Your feline fixation has reached its final stage.

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