Taffy's Story (A Dear Diary Work) - 23 October 2011
So my name is Taffy, for those of you who didn't get that from the title. I am a young female with a thick tail and soft fur. Those, and my eyes, are the only parts about me I wouldn't change. My name I definitely would. I mean, what was my mother...
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