Mew-Mew closed his eyes, and I felt his life slip away. He was too young, and I loved him too much and I wasn’t going to let some asshole in an SUV take him away from me. So I pushed his soul back into his body. I don’t know how I did it, but he started breathing again. I looked at the damage to his body and I knew he couldn’t stay like that. He asked me what was going on and I told him I wasn’t going to let him die.
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