ABHOR - Mateo
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You're sitting in the garden at the front of your house at midnight, petting a black cat. Your face held no expression as you watched your neighbors fight. It was a father and a son. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but you could faintly hear the yelling.
After a few minutes, the younger one left the house, slamming the door. You momentarily make eye contact before the cat jumps onto your face lovingly.