Wordle #425

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

The shy cats finally came close enough to my finger to lick the salt off of it. But suddenly, I was no longer enjoyable. They turned only to collide into one another, then left. I thought they’d like being mine, but they refused to follow me. They were free and intended to stay that way. Well, no matter, I had to forge on. The light was diminishing. Plus, it looked like it wouldn’t remain dry very much longer. I needed to get the perfect image for that fancy-schmancy style magazine. It was my last shot or lose my job.

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