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the window cat noticed something magical happening. each evening on the rooftop, more cats would gather. some brought small toys, others shared gentle head bumps. one cat, an orange tabby, started bringing her laptop to work while watching the sunset
soon, without really trying, the window cat found herself part of an unspoken routine. they'd gather as the day cooled, sharing space and silence, sometimes stories. the city lights below seemed to twinkle just for them
and on rainy days, when the rooftop was empty, she'd return to her window. but now, instead of seeing a vast, lonely city, she saw countless windows like hers, each holding someone who might also be looking for connection
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