Somewhere on this busy street the culprit Janus was hiding. The time of the assignation was near. If he didn’t show up with Janus in tow, he knew he was finished.
Suddenly a flash of orange streaked past the fish vendor. Diving through torsos and between legs, arms outstretched, crawling painfully on his knees, he caught the miscreant. The job was done.
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He knocked on her door. When it opened, Janus leapt into her arms.
“Oh you darling!” She buried her face in the tabby’s fur. “He wasn’t any trouble, was he?”
“Oh no!” he said, handing her the roses.
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