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stress because she has an essay tomorrow morning.

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"the high-pitched wheedling we send out

to animals who know only sound, not

the meanings of our words—here here—

nor how they sometimes fall short."

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Where the cat is doing his own thing while his owner is calling him to come home

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"her inside the house waiting,

perhaps in a chair in front of the TV,"

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"certain the sounds I make

are enough to call someone home"

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"the neat row of flowers, and bound"

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neighbor, leaning through her doorway

at dusk, street lamps just starting to hum

the backdrop of evening

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leaning through her doorway

at dusk, street lamps just starting to hum

the backdrop of evening.

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cat just standing there

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street lamps just starting to hum the backdrop of the evening

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The first sentence when she was wondering who her neighbor was calling out to.

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a cat just standing there

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the cat rasied its ears and turned to itsm owners vocice

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The neighbor was looking and being noisy to see what the lady was doing and what she was calling for

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The cat raised its ears and turned to its owner voice and ignored it

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, street lamps just starting to humthe backdrop of evening

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, street lamps just starting to humthe backdrop of evening

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"street lamps just starting to hum
the backdrop of evening." Lines 3-4

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street lamps just starting to hum at the backdrop of evening

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street lamps just starting to hum at the backdrop of evening

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cat standing in a fence in a evening deciding to go to its owner or not lines 10-15  

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cat standing in a fence in a evening deciding to go to its owner or not lines 10-15  

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andrea mora

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the cat lifts her ears and turns first

toward the voice

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sight, the cat lifts her ears, turns first

toward the voice, then back

to the constellation of fireflies flickering

near her head.