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Well here I am again, sitting in front of my laptop and writing this. Now and then my eyes flick to the timer on top, letting me wonder what, and if I'll have enough time to write what I want. Is there enough time for me to scribble something down that someone actually might, for the love of life, enjoy? if you would to ask me right now. Nope, not at all. Fat chance that that it'll be a master piece, never mind a something that'll put a smile on someone's face. To be honest, now that i think of it, I, myself am sitting here smiling. Though, I'm sure not for the same reason that you might be reading this. The cat, i call it the cat for certain reasons of my own.

But I guess I can share. You see, back in ancient Egypt the original name for our four legged feline friends were call... wait for it... - Meow. Yes that was what Cleopatra called her fluffy duffy. That's what the mighty Pharaohs called our little balls of cute menaces. i can even now imagine one of the upstanding members of the court telling someone that the Meow was still outside, and that the door should left open.

Well the timer's almost gone now, i could have done a lot better. Don't we all doubt ourself? But yep, don't we all think that of our abilities? Anyways, if you did read this, i ask you profound apology for this...

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