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The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. "There are those," it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, "who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one--after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape from time to time. How often does your dinner get to escape?"

--From Coraline by Neil Gaiman.

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