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Post by QKat on Jul 17, 2007 22:16:57 GMT -5
Liona sits against the castle wall, Dessy sitting on her shoulder, watching the moon. "Dessy... I can't do this. I'm not a mother. I should be in England with Grandpa... helping... not sticking around here learning how to change a diaper. God. Jason damn well better know how much I love him." Dessy starts to bat at her master's hair. "Uhg. Ya know, sometimes I think there might actually be something to this friendship thing." strokes Dessy's fur. "You're not a very good listener." deep sigh.
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