Roquelia was standing by the scorching iron fence. The morning was incredibly hot. She was thirsty but too afraid to buy lemonade. After about 20 minutes, she couldn't resist any longer and sat down in the shade of a big tree.
- Leo, hi! - the girl exclaimed joyfully. The cat, purring, leaped into her arms. They didn't only look the same – the girl's dirty, disheveled hair and the old, patchy fur of the cat—but they also had similar fates. Roquelia wasn't bothered by the fact that Leo was a stray cat. To be honest, sometimes they scavenged together in the large dumpster near that store. Leo had a knack for finding something tasty: a half-eaten pastry, a piece of fresh bread, or a half-rotten apple—and they would sit down together to have lunch.

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