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SHE CAME IN THROUGH THE BATHROOM WINDOW NANO FICTION TEXT	She perched upon the tub, wobbly, wet, and noticeably worse for the wear. The cat peered up, blinking away an occasional droplet which spat in from the storm. The wind howled, raking at the shattered panes, and I wondered what, if anything, she wanted with me. Perhaps her broken wings simply couldn't bear her weight. Comments?
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