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The adamant white cat stood at the top of the mysterious staircase. "I
was thinking," I said, "that I might go upstairs." "Were you
now," said the adamant white cat. "Yes," I said. "I was." "Well,
I was thinking," said the aforementioned cat, "that you would stay right where you are." "Oh,
really?" I replied. "If I said it," said the cat, "then I
meant it." "I see." "I'm
glad that you do." A lengthy pause ensued. "You're
putting your paws down, are you?" I said at last. "Rather," said
the cat. And that was that.
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