2.13 “Stop right there,”
says Mickey. “This is my territory.”
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2.14 But ever impulsive,
Gwendolyn charges directly toward him. “Please, you must help us! We don’t know
where we are.”
2.15 Mickey backs farther
and farther away from the crazed calico. Up against the glass door, he swats at
her. “Can’t you smell? I’ve scented this territory. Now get out before I claw
you—and your mongrel friend—to shreds.”
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