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s expected the big cat went to pieces in 's hands. only had to scratch
him the right way and he was putty.
"Oh Jonesy, you big softy, you", commented to the feline as he craned
his neck for more of the same.
Ripley was a Cat person. Why, she'd only just come to realize. Cats were
proud, independent creatures that subtly let it be known they don't really
need you except for food. Similarly, she'd realized men seemed to like women
who didn't really need them; who wanted him in their life but had other
important interests - Newt in 's case. Perhaps it was the element of mystery
it instilled.
was preparing dinner when Newt came home from school, the happy
almost-teenager fairly bursting into the apartment. Newt was slowly gaining a
tan and 's complexion had changed. A haircut had done wonders for 's
appearance, and was barely recognizable from the waif she'd rescued on
Acheron.
Just before some serious shut-eye, Ripley checked on Newt. was asleep
and not making a sound. Ri
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