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She didn't push it. Fennec was relieved. What they were doing didn't feel wrong... but it was, and she knew that. She was ignoring her better judgment completely, ignoring the possible consequences and questions about the "future", but that didn't mean she was dumb enough to bring it up with her mom directly.

Yeah, sort of. I mean, it was, it just seems like mostly it kind of... happens. And would have whether I was there or not. Fennec replied, smiling slightly at the memory. It sounded like it had sucked, immensely. But it had been cool to be one of the first to really get a good feel for her baby siblings.