Serenifi: Old And New Friends Unite!

Serenity coyote and shirley the loon had just finished their dance class. "hey shirley?" "yeah, serenity?" "i'm staying at fifi la fume's place for the night. want to join me?" "like, totally! i'll get my stuff!"

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Kevin's Highschool Days: Chapter 1 School starts

loon (who was really a loon) paired me up with them for our recipe on cheesecake. this time i could see the other heads crystal clear. the orca head was a standard shade of black and white and his body sported a well built six pack.

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Cloud Factory

Be it about this being a voodoo-loon, or that it was actually to someone else and not himself-?

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The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 4: Escape

Especially since a loon like me did something like that."what the hell happened to you, peter?!" someone younger giggled. "doggie!" laughing like a loon, i spun me head around to see... "james! lancie!"

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The Giggling Loon

A short horror narrative on a graverobbing loon and dogged tramp. ### the giggling loon a gig'ling loon, a gibbous moon, and on the wind a crying croon— a dogged tramp, a dreary lamp, and cemetery freshly damp— a prying bar, a spent cigar, and twitching

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Almost Act 2 (Popping)

Bloating out all sides as that voodoo-loon bounced away from the great ball of fluff, rolling underneath a window but still attached to the hose and swelling steadily.

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Reyn and Furion

As the two rolled along the bed, they knocked a few loons off the bed, not really seeming to notice at all... as they had other interests in mind. finally, reyn and furion rolled a bit too far, falling atop a large orange loon, bursting it with ease.

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The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 5: Kick-the-Can

James, still giggling like a loon, tossed it to me. it read 'southern joe's fresh olives', and i frowned with folded ears. i was such a dumb wolf.             james, composing himself with a wry smile, asked, "are you sure you don't like olives?"

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