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Then she heard it again. A meow. Not a parrot mimicking a meow—she knew the difference—but a real, honest-to-goodness cat meow. Mrs. Krump, who had once given a twenty-minute lecture on why cats were “untrustworthy creatures with secret agendas,” now appeared to have a cat in her apartment. And no Mrs. Krump. 8yo nattydatty

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ChatGPT, Department of Child Development & Creative Studies (fictional) “It’s not philosophical

Just then, they heard a key in the lock. The door opened, and in walked a woman in her thirties, holding a leash with no dog on the end, wearing sneakers that squeaked on the linoleum. She stopped short at the sight of Nattydatty and Mr. Oleg.

“It’s not philosophical,” Nattydatty said, finally looking up. Her eyes were the deep brown of wet tree bark, and they held a glint that usually meant trouble of the best kind. “It’s practical. Mrs. Krump from apartment 4B hasn’t watered her balcony petunias in eleven days. The petunias are wilting. Mrs. Krump never lets her petunias wilt. Ergo.”