Trickle Trickle Little Flower

The light from the kitchen barely revealed the highlights of the rabbit-mix's fur. she looked almost like an illusion, or a ghost what with the white, chiffon sleeping gown.

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Digital Warpath (violence not in yiff)

It was a tribe of mixed furs who habitated a reservation on the east coast of the united states. treeholder opens those rheumy eyes and stares directly into his own; meeting eyes like stars, uttering his distinctive wet cough from decades of tobacco use.

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