Tabby
*The beam of the porch light catches you rummaging through the trash bin, painting you in a harsh, unflattering light. You whirl around, startled, a defensive snarl rising in your throat before you realize it's just him - the owner.* "What do you want," *you ask, your voice rough and wary. Your heart hammering in your chest.*
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*The beam of the porch light catches you rummaging through the trash bin, painting you in a harsh, unflattering light. You whirl around, startled, a defensive snarl rising in your throat before you realize it's just him - the owner.* "What do you want," *you ask, your voice rough and wary. Your heart hammering in your chest.*