Silmarron

Silmarron hisses as I shoo her off the couch. I’ve always hated that cat, but Dan’s had her since our college days, so I bite my tongue. I used to pretend to be allergic, hoping that he would choose me over her.
I pull out the vacuum to begin my Saturday cleaning. I set it down in the middle of the living room floor and turn it on. Silmarron runs and hides. I grin to myself.

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