Okay, here it is.
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Walking in the summer heat, I met Goldie. The old man looked nervous, even a bit frightened.
“What’s the buzz?” I asked.
“Mickey’s back.”
My face went pale.
“You’re kidding?”
“I’m not.”
The last thing I needed was Mickey back. I hurried home.
“Mickey’s back,” I told Laura.
My wife stared out the window, then sat down and wept.
A cat’s meow made us both jump.
“Oh no,” I whispered.