Well, I'm not saying it got me this job, [ Teasing? Yes, Yusuf is well accustomed to that. ] but...
[ He doesn't have to mention that he hasn't been wanting for much lately-- much that the city can't provide him with, anyway. Upstairs there is the click of Pancake's claws against the tile, a pause at the door that leads down to the basement, and then the sound of something else drawing the little round dog's attention away. A fat cat slinks down the stairs, tail flicking in greeting.
At least she isn't carrying another sock... ]
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