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He was walking down the tarmac, his well-loved Who-print Cons squelching in the wet grass. The sky was overcast with murky grey clouds and the air was damp against his fur.
His ipod was unusually low; he wasn't in the mood for anything loud that day. He flicked his dripping blue-green fringe out of his eyes.
Slinging his messenger bag higher up his shoulder, he fumbled for his next lesson in his mind.
The breath flew out of his lungs in a misty cloud as pain exploded in his back. Stewie was flung forward, only just managing to hold himself upright. Laughter swelled in his ears, louder now that his earphones were swinging from the neck of his dark hoodie. Hands grappled his shoulders and he was swung around, vertigo rising like a wave in his throat.
Stewie kept his face down, he could feel it burning with shame and fear.
'You want to look at me when I'm talking to y'?'
A hand closed round his throat, thrusting it up into the taller cats' face.
Yellow eyes sta
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