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Dress for the job you want, she recited as she rummaged through Cat Man's closet. She nuzzled against tweed, monks cloth, camel hair, admiring the exquisite tailoring and designers. A plaid particularly caught her nose, drenched in the warm nostalgic smell of Cat Man. She made her selection. She dressed before his mirror, posing and grooming. The spitting image of an executive, she fancied. Once the shareholders take a look at this, they will insist upon her. The sudden intrusion of delicate footsteps and trademark Cat Man scent burst her delusions. The other cat is coming. Her hair raised in a spiky stripe across her back as tiny bits of spit flew. She hates other cats. Panic thrust her into Cat Man's bedroom. Her scrambling escape toppled a tower of hundred dollar bills, now a disorientating cloud of green. A ray of sanctuary light overcame the cloud, tracing a path to the window. She leapt, unlatched, and jumped, money trailing.
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Dress for the job you want, she recited as she rummaged through Cat Man's closet. She nuzzled against tweed, monks cloth, and camel hair, admiring the exquisite tailoring and designers. A plaid particularly caught her nose, drenched in the nostalgic smell of Cat Man. She made her selection. She dressed before his mirror, posing and grooming. The spitting image of an executive, she fancied. Once the shareholders take a look at this, they will insist upon her. The sudden intrusion of delicate footsteps and trademark Cat Man scent burst her delusions. The other cat is coming. Her hair raised in a spiky row across her back as tiny bits of spit flew. She hates other cats. Panic thrust her into Cat Man's bedroom. Her scrambling escape toppled a tower of hundred dollar bills, now a disorientating cloud of green. A ray of sanctuary light overcame the cloud, tracing a path to the window. She leapt, unlatched, and jumped, money trailing.
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The shareholders called him cute today. The client was especially charmed by his presentation, despite being delivered beneath a table. Board members kept reaching out to stroke his neck. As the hands came toward him, he leaned away. Negotiations with the big players while trying to avoid being seen was exhausting. He impatiently watched as the elevator counted up to the moment he could rest. Upon arrival, he noted the open window and toppled stacks of hundred dollar bills. Drowsily, he ignored the warning. The caressing breeze was not unwelcome anyways. In his sleep, the gentle breeze stirred into a storm, sucking his wealth out the window of his penthouse and into the street below. With a crack of thunder, Cat Man awakened, too late for anything but spectating. As his last dollar slipped away, he uttered a low moan heard throughout the city: "MY MONEY!" If you find any loose dollars, you must return them to Cat Man. It is his money.
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The shareholders called him cute today. The client was especially charmed by his presentation, despite being delivered beneath a table. Board members kept reaching out to stroke his neck. As the hands came toward him, he leaned away. Negotiations with big players while trying to avoid being seen is exhausting. He impatiently watched as the elevator counted up to the moment he could rest. Upon arrival, he noted the open window and toppled stacks of hundred dollar bills. Drowsily, he ignored the warning. The caressing breeze was not unwelcome anyways. In his sleep, the breeze stirred into a storm, sucking his wealth out the window of his penthouse and into the street below. With a crack of thunder, Cat Man awakened, too late for anything but spectating. As his last dollar slipped away, he uttered a low moan heard throughout the city: "MY MONEY!" If you find any loose dollars, you must return them to Cat Man. It is his money.
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A cat who is also a man. He works a 9 to 5 office job doing the work. He makes 6 figures and lives in a penthouse. One day, he left the window open as he usually does but a strong updraft sucked all his money out the window. Devastated, he let out a mournful cry: "MY MONEY....!!!" Now he travels the land in search of his lost money. If you find any loose dollars, you must return them to Cat Man. It is his money.
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The shareholders called him cute today. The client was especially charmed by his presentation, even if he delivered it from under the table. Board members kept reaching out to stroke his neck. As the hands came toward him, he leaned away. The moment all eyes looked away, he dashed back to his apartment to try to fit his 15 hours of sleep in. Upon arrival, he noted the open window and toppled stacks of hundred dollar bills. Drowsily, he ignored the warning, welcoming the caressing breeze. In his sleep, the breeze stirred into a storm, sucking his wealth out the window of his penthouse and into the street below. With a crack of thunder, Cat Man awakened, too late for anything but spectating. As his last dollar slipped away, he uttered a low moan heard throughout the city: "MY MONEY!" Now Cat Man roams the city, scavenging enough of his net worth to afford rent. If you find any loose dollars, you must return them to Cat Man. It is his money.
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The shareholders called him cute today. The client was charmed by his presentation. All the board members wanted to stroke his neck. 10 years of hard work was finally paying off. And he did it all for the attention. The moment all eyes looked away, he dashed back to his penthouse to try to fit in his daily 15 hours of sleep. Inside, he crawled past the open windows and toppled stacks of his hundred dollar bills. He ignored the warning, drowsily welcoming the caressing breeze. During his nap, the breeze stirred into a storm, blowing all his money out the window. Cat Man woke too late for anything but spectating. As his last dollar slipped away, he uttered a low moan heard throughout the city: "MY MONEY!" Now Cat Man roams the city, scavenging enough of his net worth to afford next month's rent. If you find any loose dollars, you must return them to Cat Man. It is his money.
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She is so bad at talking face-to-face, she needs email to talk to her own family. Her specialty is computers, especially programming. She is actually a famous blogger with over 1 million followers, and works on updates day and night to grow her audience even more. On the other hand, she's basically an indoor-type who is obsessed with MMOs. Even though her name is Anko, she despises anko bean paste. Her favorite is spicy food.
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A hoshimori so bad at talking face-to-face, she needs email to talk to her own family. However, she is an expert at using computers with programming as her specialty. She is actually a famous blogger with over 1 million followers, and works on updates day and night to grow her audience even more. On the other hand, she's basically an indoor-type who is obsessed with MMOs. Even though her name is Anko, she despises anko bean paste. Her favorite food is spicy food. cv. Yumi Uchiyama |