Glad You're Not Wearing Crocs

My paw clutched the coffee mug. "i don't think i'm quite hunky enough for that, girls," i tried with my best smile. "i'm sure mason would much rather go, wouldn't you?"

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It's The Small Moments That Count

I smirked over my coffee cup and chuckled at his memory. "bet you weren't watching it for the girl's tits," i mused and winked.

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Blood and Coffee-Chapter 1

I jumped when he moved to set a coaster and coffee mug (a standard, blue colored affair) on the small, wood carved stand next to my seat.

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Hopping Along, Ch. 3 - Plastic Wrapper

Finally, he watched as rupert entered the room, pushing the door open with his tail, carrying a large bag under one arm and a tray with four coffee cups in his other paw. a blessing to be a macropod.

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one night of love

"i knew you'll be in here" black quill said coming into the break room and taking a seat across from me "your a mess "he said looking at the 5 empty cups but i said nothing as i was looking down at my coffee cup "are you ok?"

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Happy New Years!

He scraped his claws along the side of my coffee mug before taking a sip of the black liquid inside. "no, for the wolf in the moon," i said with a grin as i came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my cheek to his.

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Beloved Wolf Chapter 1

Carl answered: ''don't worry about that, we have done so much that it would be impossible to fail just by removing them from the bio-tubes.'' he took a sip from the coffee cup and proceeded to speak ''the hard part will be after that, we even don't know if

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"Family Tails" - Chapter 12

She still had on the light jacket she had worn out on the deck earlier after lunch, and the coffee mug was sitting on the floor next to the couch.

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Mincemeat 1: The Discovery

Judy pulled to a stop at the light, grabbing her coffee cup and downing the few mouthfuls left. she had been drinking it slowly enough that it had gone cold, and she just wanted to finish it. normally she stayed away from the stuff, too bitter.

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Seven Days

Your coffee cup leaves a large crescent, nearly a ring, on the counter. as you wipe it up, you catch a glimpse of something in the mirror. you turn around, but there's nothing there. you dream that night of tunnels.

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Torvik's Jounal: Part one

Torvik returned his fathers hug weakly smelling the odor of beer that puffed across his nose several times as he was patted on the head and handed a chipped red coffee cup.

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