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Post by victoriousscarf on May 20, 2011 23:04:50 GMT -8
He let out a soft breath, content for the moment to just lay curled around her. The warmth from her fur was keeping some of his demons at bay for the moment so he was loath to let go.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 21, 2011 18:46:11 GMT -8
Grids lay there, still gently petting Macavity's headfur, for as long as he needed her. His warmth at her side was reassuring and if this was what he needed, this was what she would do.
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