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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 1:51 pm
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She knew she was pregnant. Watching the doe gambol and bound about, though, she wasn't sure the doe herself knew. With her at the water, it seemed easy enough to float up and n** at her ears - but with a doe like this, and what happened the last time she tried to scare a pregnant doe, it might not be a good idea.
Instead, Bitter End floated nearer to her sweet, trusting head near the bank, and rose like a particularly sentient caiman. Her scaled snout kissed the top of her innocent head.
I hope this works out for you, she thought, floating away. Seriously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 1:18 pm
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