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It was two weeks ago when the man took Simia in.

When the man spotted Simia, she was cold and hungry, huddling under a torn blanket in a corner of a run-down parking lot.

The man had walked up to her, and, grunting about the world’s unfairness, took her in—clothed her, fed her, introduced her to the neighborhood cat, and sheltered her against the brutal winter elements.

And now, the man was lying asleep on the couch in front of her, with Simia and the neighborhood keeping watch.

Theman had a delectable face; a soft white skin often accompanied with a faint pink blush, delicate features giving off an air of exceptionality. The face reminded Simia a lot of the bedtime stories the man sometimes read.

In these stories, the man had often talked about a monk’s journey with pride, saying that one day he too would discover and spread the truth.

Initially, Simia didn’t understand what “truth” meant. Yet, she came to see it as just something the man wanted, like she’d wanted a good warm meal.

And today,she’ll discover it.

The neighborhood catpurred against her shins.

“Shush,Bob,” she said. “We’ll both eatgood today.”

Bending over, she pushed the man off the couch, whose head hit the floor with a thud.

Grabbing it by the feet, she dragged the man’s body towards the kitchen, its beautiful face scraping against the floor as Bob followed slowly behind.