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The first snow had begun just before evening.
Mira noticed it only when she looked up from her notebook. Beyond the window, soft white flakes were drifting past the bare branches, slowly disappearing into the blue winter dusk. A few windows across the courtyard were already glowing yellow.
For a moment, she forgot what she had been writing.
Then something rustled above her.
Mira looked up.
The cat was sitting on top of the wardrobe, quite pleased with himself.
ββ¦And how did you get up there?β
He blinked down at her.
Mira sighed, though the corners of her mouth had already begun to smile.
ββ¦All right. You can stay.β
Outside, the first snow kept falling.
The unfinished story could wait a little.
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