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What the Hospice Cat Knows
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I back away from him, shaking my head. "I'm not pointing him at anyone." Mr. Avery's tired face goes hard. "Then he picks for himself," he says. "And you're the one standing closest to the door." Out in the hall, Marrow starts walking toward me.
I bolt out of the room and slam the door behind me. Marrow stops right at my feet and sits, patient as ever. Down the hall, every other door swings open at once, and a gray cat waits in each one. "You ran," Mr. Avery's voice calls through the door, almost kind. "They always run. That's how they choose the next nurse."
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