I correct exams without stopping to be ready at the beginning of Eastern. Dozens of CDs, with photo exercises, are stacked on my desk. At the same time, my cat Canela (Cinnamon) takes the arrival of spring to come into heat. Their merciless meows seriously impede my concentration. I take a moment that she goes out the window to close it and leave her a good time on the terrace.
Poor little thing. She looks sad, doesn’t she?
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