Music Recommendation: He'll be on You- Nathan Barr
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Eve and Eugene stared at the black cat with shock, their hanging jaws open. The cat raised its paw again, licking it before dropping down as if it hadn't spoken a moment ago.
"Miss Eve, did you hear it?" Eugene whispered as he squinted.
Eve nodded, "I thought I was the only one."
Eugene walked closer to the black cat, which looked unbothered and questioned, "Hello, who are you?"
The cat hissed at him, glaring at the question imposed and demanding, "How dare you to question the great me without introducing yourself. All these—"
"Oh my God, Miss Eve! We have a cat that talks!" Eugene exclaimed, quickly walking backwards as a talking cat wasn't common and was considered a bad omen associated with witches. And everyone in the land knew witches only brought misfortunes.
