The story that once happened to me is sad, but still I want to tell you it.
One summer day, my boyfriend gave me a little miracle. It was a kitten. It could house in my hands. The kitten was so fluffy that he looked like a stuffed toy. My family loved him very much, especially me. We called him Tom, but I prefer to call him Tomchyk. He liked to play with my another cat. I was very happy because I had two marvelous pets. Tomchyk grew up. But about a month ago he was hit by the car and died. It was a very big loss for me, I really loved him(
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