Dirty Laundry. Chapter Five.

Just as he had been with domino back at the wolf club; finding someone he was actually into, physically, helped with the role he was trying to play for them. the problem was, it ended there.

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My Life as a Furry: Chapter 9

Said john and shaun; i forgot they agreed to help out in dealing with domino and anything else.....wait a second: "icey, didn't you say that domino was one of the groups here: does that mean there are bigger, more powerful gangs?"

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siren's call

"how do you spot a domino wolf?" "you can only really tell when they're pups at my age the black spots are gone and we have these silver strips on our nice white fur." the wolf leaned over the back of the chair. "what advice?"

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Dirty Laundry. Chapter Eighteen.

“and domino knows that…” “w-what are you even talking about?”

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Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Seven.

Opening up his phone, logan checked the text he’d gotten from domino. he was glad he sent the wolf off to help his pack. domino needed that. needed them. the security they offered. that they’d always be there for him.

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Infiltrating the Harem

She tossed him back the spent metal sphere as she leaned over and looked at the jackal's dominoes, switching one of the tiles for one of her own.

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My Life as a Furry: Chapter 8

Sol and riley went after domino to get ib back** **2. sol defeated domino and got ib back** **3. ib got power of ice** **that pretty much covers it....... oh: and ib mated with sol. now, on with the story!** ........

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Competition

“fifteen points and dominoes,” he announced. “what have you got?” roy turned the last tiles in his hand face-up and quickly added up the spots, “five, seven, and the killer double-sixes. that’s twenty-four, so you get twenty.

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Movie Night

The others were inside already, jack, thomas, and logan laying out dominoes on a coffee table with a bowl of pretzels between them.

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Sorry, Just sorry.

Words filled his head, like dominos falling over to form a pattern. "do it you fucker, shoot your fuck juice into my aching clown car of a pussy!"

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