Circus FatLion
In the dull glow of the morning sun through the small frosted window, a hairbrush moved effortlessly through a waterfall of golden brown fur. "97... 98... 99... 100... All done..." A fat laden wrist pulled free from the thick mane to reveal an...
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You Are Mine
It's fitting: it starts with his fifth and my fate knocks." he mimicked knocking on a door.
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