A Different Dojo (Commission story)

"you got a little taste of being a foot stool before, but now i think it's time for you to actually do the job of cleaning them." as strike extended his legs towards him, lucas just watched the feet, seeing them getting closer and closer by the second.

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Family Secrets

He sat down on the foot stool and pulled his sneakers on. "yeah but-" she started when he gave an exasperated sigh. "just go and do whatever it is you want to do. i'm not going to spend my entire evening watching you study!"

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Tales From Apartment 232 : Incubus Nightmares

Dad sat down on the foot stool, and placed his head in his hands, a new set of earrings, almost identical to the ones in my own ear shone in the lights in the living room. "gustauv is going to be deported tomorrow, there's nothing i can do to stop it.

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Secretarial Duties

He shifted in the chair and put his feet up on a foot stool. 'that's also partially why we aren't holding these interviews in a boardroom. we were hoping to make this as discrete as we possibly could.' 'i understand.' nodded sandy. he didn't.

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Lemonade

Get that back on when you wake up, and keep your foot high whenever possible," she produces a foot stool from down the far side of the sofa and shoves it under me. "gotcha," i nod. something pings in the kitchen and she stands up.

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