We wish you a magi christmas

Still, please enjoy me writing a dickensian tribute this christmas. as usual, mandag_morgen edited for me and special thanks to tea for helping with the icon.

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Presents

And well-wishes to their new friends around the world (courtesy of various internet connections on their new laptops - a perfectly reasonable expense for schooling to begin in january), the honey badger gave himself the moment to reflect and, in a proper dickensian

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Kioga 5: Let's Go Cubbing

Lugo had begun to enjoy florid analogies as, perhaps, a coping mechanism for the bizarre fetish that he thoroughly enjoyed: at night he was a four year-old wolf-pup named oliver, and as such talked with a dickensian british accent.

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Our First Noel

The sleek white-gold furred pup, himself sporting what looked like a proper dickensian vest and coat, leaned up against his dragon lover, grinning. "can't be many elders around for you to respect."

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Taking Care of Business: Chapter 2 - Net Present Value

"and the constabulary have incarcerated your poor brother in the dickensian confines of the remand centre because he is too much of a flight risk to get bail." "right...er..." "and in there, he met my good friend.

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Tea is Served

His eyes were focused on the stallion, also half-lidded, and from one eye, a long, silent tear ran down his cheek to drip soundlessly onto the pristine, perfectly-tailored dickensian waistcoat.

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Let it Ride Chapter 5

It was a suitably dickensian mix of buildings, old and new, all of the special sort of institutional grotesque reserved for prisons.

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The Stallion's Tale, Part 2

When the words finally made their appearance, they did so without preamble or flourish from a voice as dead as a dickensian doornail. "they're sending me away."

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A Spring Cleansing

Which was a good thing, he didn't want their fucking of him to sound like the armies of a dozen dickensian ghosts dragging their chains down to hell.

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The King's Gambit

Pausing by the front door of the manorhouse, looking like it had been torn straight out of some dickensian tale of the british countryside and rebuilt brick by brick across the atlantic, the soccer-loving lupine glanced down nervously at his attire.

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