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I smiled at my wonderful, feral, kind, gorgeous tiger. “Yes.”

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A few days later, when they let me out of the hospital, a brand new, red Mustang convertible with a giant blue bow on the hood was waiting for me at home. The card said:

Don’t argue.

Love,

Grandmother

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So now I had a date and a new car. Maybe I should get shot more often.

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Respectfully Submitted,

Tiger’s Eye Investigations