Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 17

He didn't want to leave him there on that bed while bethany pushed a curved needle through his flesh, sewing him up with a black piece of thread that stood out against the light grey of his fur almost as starkly as all the blood that still stained his neck

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Comfy Arrangements

Zheil asked, though she felt a tugging at her body, the plush seemed to be pulling her clothes apart by the threads and making them disappear entirely. "w-whoa."

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Dead fur: Episode two, Life come's into perspective.

Looking away from captain he notices a crawler using the human remains plus his thread of human gore to make a small bridge. thump! feeling the captain's fist connect with his face he gets sent spiraling and hits the wall.

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Enlightened Responsibility Through Your Convictions, Our Memories and Sacrifices

Help everyone' and that's what i chose to do i wanna believe i did what was best to help everybody especially you and ned by truly starting anew and going through with the spell that has erased other's memories of my life disconnecting every thread

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Halloween Breath

This went over death ears, as stefan jumped with cat like thread over the fence. garret rolled his eyes, and followed his lover through the open gate, followed by aaron. \*\*\* "guys, look!" stefan said.

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Uncertain If You Should Tug That Loose Cord

Bueno there's a thread that connects you both that is loose but still runs deep it's a connection that you wish was stronger sometimes and that you can struggle to keep not intentionally but there's a rough history that's undeniably there

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God of Marriage Saga: Intermission 3: Thorn and Fang

Yes, like the wooden kind for spinning thread around. these were people so devoted to the cult, that they had become nature's 'tools'--men of wood and flora, with souls of xylem brown and phloem green.

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Gleaming Gold

Carpets of the finest thread. great halls filled with history that no one has ever read. sterling silver may tell the tales, but it is upon gold that they are written. alluring giants hoarding wealth and lusting with ambition.

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Clown Mare 7-2

She felt the cushion so soft with a thread count of eight hundred. once she looked at the newspaper, she took her glasses from the right side of the end table. lady rainbow put her glasses on with her left hoof and started to read the newspaper.

Clown Mare 7-2

She felt the cushion so soft with a thread count of eight hundred. once she looked at the newspaper, she took her glasses from the right side of the end table.

The Ballad Of Drunken Santa

And suit of red, he wishes the bartender dead, with hand held high bartender waves, it is i who'll save the day, pulling through the deepening snow, illuminated by a glow, neon sign above their heads, drunken santa brushes off his threads

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