Borderline Personality Disorder

"yeah," the squirrel breathed, her whiskers twitching, and ears ... moving, and ... her tail flicker-flicked. "yeah ..." there was a moment of silence.

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Brave

And he knocked on his mate's door, and ... on instinct, began to clean his whiskers, smoothing them back with both paws, licking the paws, smoothing the whiskers, cleaning his face ... as mouses do. but had to stop.

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With Open Arms

A tilt of her head, whiskers twitching. "i got good at it. i'm a rat. we're scrappy," was all she said, not elaborating on anything that may have happened to her. or anything she may have done.

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Welcomed

My ship's gone," the red squirrel whispered, whiskers twitching. she leaned back against the couch-cushions, eying him. "i thought of a few different things. a few options, i mean.

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The Darkest Night of the Year

whiskers twitching. nose sniffing. tail flicker-flicking. "mm-hmm. i read it somewhere. in the newspaper, i think." a swallow, and a nod, the otter's own tail steering slightly about. "yeah.

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Speak Our Minds

whiskers twitching. he held his thin, silky tail in his paws. submissively. voice going quiet. "you know how ... religious i am." a quiet nod from his mate. "i just ... and i'm not allowed to get married.

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Scotch Pine

I'm prone to it ... " his whiskers did a bit of their twitch-twitching. "so prone to it that you've got me talkin' 'bout it, it seems." a giggle, and a sigh. "exactly.

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Tongue-Tied Lightning

Ross's whiskers twitched. "wilco started it," he said. "hey!" was the flying squirrel's response. "boys ... " they both looked to her. a sigh.

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Homemade, My Sweet

A weak, little nod, whiskers all a-twitch and eyes half-open. "let's try and keep going. see if we can ... " " ... finish." "yeah.

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Try to wake the jackalope up asking Excuse me where am I

Oh," it puts paws to its face and rubs its snout, whiskers, and cheeks before yawning and stretching. then, it runs quickly down to the beach side and jumps in.

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The Desert Mouse

Her whiskers twitched. "mm?" "nothing. i ... " a whisker-twitch. his thin tail snaked. "i, uh ... where i come from," he said, "when i grew up ... food and water were hard to come by. i'm just ... i feel guilty about wasting it."

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Getting Ready for Church

His never-ceasing whiskers twitching, twitching, and ... ... chittering, she leaned her head forward, eyes wrinkled with mirth. "that tickles! your whiskers ... tickle," she said, wriggling, and turning around. her dress now on.

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