CI | Incognito

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It's Sunday

but I'm not in the mood
to go to church.

So even though
Mr. Ahmad tries to lick my feet
and steps all over my face,

I text Rowan

that I'm not going
and go back to sleep.

When I wake up,
the cat's right next to my head.

Fur all puffed out,
glassy green eyes glowing.

'Buy ingredients for hotpot
'and cook it right now.'

Terrifying.

I pull on some jeans,
find my wallet
and leave the house,

muttering curses
under my breath.

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I usually buy food
ready-made

so I have to google
hotpot ingredients.

I even don't know
if we have a pot for hotpot.

Stupid cat.

Just because I don't wanna
wake up for church.

Is that a crime?

Some days I don't
go to school either.

What's wrong with that?

I stick random things
in a basket.

Looking around
the supermarket
isn't so bad.

I suppose it's fine
to come
once in a while.

I pick up a random pack of carrots

and realise
that the man examining
the price of turnips
next to me

has a gun
tucked in the back of his pants.

He's definitely

not
a policeman.

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