After leaving the bathroom, she returned to her mysterious flatmate. She sat on the sofa and waited for a few moments, watching.
The woman’s avatar got shot in the head. “Piss off, you zombie fuckface,” the woman snarled happily at the screen.
She picked up the vape pen. Nora wondered how she knew this woman. She was assuming they were flatmates.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.” “What did I say?” Nora asked.
“About doing some cat-sitting. You know, you wanted to look after that cat?”
“Oh yeah. Sure. I remember.” “Bad fucking idea, man.”
“Really?” “Cats.” “What about them?” “They’ve got a parasite. Toxoplas-something.”
Nora knew this. She had known this since she was a teen, doing her work experience at Bedford Animal Rescue Centre.
“Toxoplasmosis.” “That’s it! Well, I was listening to this podcast, right... and there’s this theory that this international group of billionaires
infected the cats with it so that they could take over the world by making humans dumber and dumber.
I mean, think about it. There are cats everywhere.”
“I was talking to Jared about this and Jared said, ‘Jojo, what are you smoking?’ And I was like, ‘The stuff you gave me’ and he said, ‘Yeah, I know.’
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