A Warm Goodnight

**A Warm Goodnight** **By ilbv and RyuujinGekijou** ** ** **ilbv:**"Goodnight wonder dragon." **Ryuujin Gekijou:**"Nighty Night." **ilbv** : \*big hug that cannot reach around\* "oh, I heard your belly grumble". **Ryuujin Gekijou:** \*hugs...

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Guest

**Guest** by ilbv "Jett, slow down! It's only Company." ilbv said, setting a tray of sandwiches down on the coffee table. Jett was rushing around the room with a Swiffer Duster and wiping every surface. "Only Company!?" he said indignantly, "That's...

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Masseuse Meal

** i wonder what it looks like, outside of him, what does the koopa feel, sound like, look like as he swallows me whole? - **creep koopa** (15 nov 1:52) **:?

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John's Catch

John saw the large orca swallow two fishes whole. he couldn't believe that. never in his entire life imagined that he would be so close to such a wonderful animal. so beautiful... and so deadly. suddenly...

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Not Everyone Is Into This Whole Free Love Thing

# chapter 9: not everyone is into this whole free love thing i woke the next morning.

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Rose- A Whole New World

"So what Rose think? It good? It good?" "Yeah, sure. Though not sure if it would be useable over on our world." "No matter, no matter," Ingrid responds quickly. "Rose not go out in human world, not dressed up. Not dressed up. Once year over...

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A whole new world Part 2

His whole life had shifted from the monotony of office life to one that was full of new things for him to experience.

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Beneath her coat was a whole identity

#10 of poetry 1st place winner of the typewriter emergencies poetry contest beneath her coat was a whole identity: a subtle form of ideas under soft fur, a constantly shifting mass of meaning... and somehow, she pulled it off.

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