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random_xtrasVictor was uncomfortable after Zanoah had changed her into a wolf for a few moments. 'M sorry!
"Don't worry 'bout it, mate," said a voice that holds traces of England and the West Indies. "She ain't got the best social skills sometimes."
"'M really sad 'bout it, I didn't mean t' think it, I guess I shouldn't read Stephen King books no more..."
A lovely woman in white shirt and dark pants, a red sash, and a flowing purple satin cape walked around to where she could see her and hunkered down, her violet hair moving very slightly in a breeze that Vic can't feel. The seabreeze is gone now. "See, mate, there's a difference between a dog 'n a guardian fae. We live ter protect, 'n we'll die ter do it. Savvy?"
"I got it, but...dogshape. Dogfeel." She reached down and brushed her fingertips against her cheek. "No face."
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"Don't worry 'bout it, mate," said a voice that holds traces of England and the West Indies. "She ain't got the best social skills sometimes."
"'M really sad 'bout it, I didn't mean t' think it, I guess I shouldn't read Stephen King books no more..."
A lovely woman in white shirt and dark pants, a red sash, and a flowing purple satin cape walked around to where she could see her and hunkered down, her violet hair moving very slightly in a breeze that Vic can't feel. The seabreeze is gone now. "See, mate, there's a difference between a dog 'n a guardian fae. We live ter protect, 'n we'll die ter do it. Savvy?"
"I got it, but...dogshape. Dogfeel." She reached down and brushed her fingertips against her cheek. "No face."
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