Bucking Griffin

_well, because you're male, and it's funny,_ was the obvious answer, but that wasn't quite it either, was it?

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Meteor-Gazing Squirrel

"doubt you're right about this though, but we'll see." he looked at the others, "come on guys, let's go, if we're lucky, the trees down by the river might still untouched."

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Bear Trap

Weird stuff like what you're going through is just not for me." "like i had any choice myself!" nate moaned. "okay, okay," said martha, once again observing the trap.

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You're a Work of Art!

No harm, and you're a few thousand richer! the thoughts make it much easier to slip out of your clothes. he has you stand on the "stage" - the only empty spot in the entire studio.

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(you're... someone else)

I don't know how, or why, you're doing it. but you're pretending to be him. leo: you can look like him, and sound like him. but you're not my otter. leo: you're not chase. he looks real angry. leo: you're not the man i love.

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You're Not Doing It Right...

._ \*\*\* **all trains lead somewhere** **chapter 1: you're not doing it right...** summer had finally come for the wolf that now rode the inner city train home from his school for the last time.

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You're Welcome (Illustrated)

Faintly, before she slipped into the arm's of sleep, she gave one last gentle stroke over the wolf's ear and whispered, so soft the sand beneath her lips didn't even rustle, "you're welcome, fenrisulfr."

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Now you're thinking

Now you're thinking... slam! went the door behind the teenage girl as her heart raced from within her chest.

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Jinxxy You're the One....

Jinxxy you're the one, you make bath time lots of fun... a commission for lovely jinxx the bat light bounced off the tiled walls of the bathtub the bat lounged in. several small candles sat on the counters around the bathroom.

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You're my something

"you're my wolf" the scar healed "and what makes being your wolf better than being your peppy?"

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You're The Boss at Home

Nick smirked as the rabbit walked into the room, sporting jeans, a low cut shirt that showed her breasts and a matching tool-belt at the waist. The rabbit made her way to the stereo placed in the corner of the room, swinging her hips as she did. With...

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