I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. — Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked By Himself
I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. — Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked By Himself
I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. — Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked By Himself
I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. — Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked By Himself
I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. — Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked By Himself
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I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

— Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked By Himself
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