My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Chapter 29

Molly sat there, crying. Most of the group hid in the bushes, not making a sound, but Sophie stepped forward.
“Molly.” Sophie put her hand on Molly’s shoulder.
Molly just cried harder.
“I know,” Sophie said.

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