*Slowly spins around in spiny chair, petting a white cat*
I've been expecting you, human. Now, I don't know if I should be freaked out or not. I mean, you could be an antisocial idiot like me, or you could be a stalker, wanting to kill me.. Gigi, your fur is getting into my nose and it's- it's a-achoooo...
Ugh, never mind, just have fun or whatever night..
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Story by Indiana Deerlove
Last Winter's Gift
Dove is a mystery. Who can figure her out?
Lucy, she attempted to figure her out, but only got halfway there...
