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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2023 17:37:01 GMT -5
sample: Deerpaw squinted, shivering. Her fur was pressed against the unnatural dark gray grass, and her vision was blurry, the sight of cream fur pressing to her side reminding her that she wasn’t alone. “What does that say?” Sunshine pressed against her, and Deerpaw was comforted by the young brown tabby rogue’s kindness. “Uhh… Gate 19: Warsaw to… Raleigh-Durham?” “Oh.” Sunshine mewed, her yellow eyes panicked. “Right, yeah. Where do you live?”
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