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he fumbled with laughter, sand shifting around him and his paws. down on his back he went, offering mireille fully display of his still slightly-pudgy gut and large paws.

anyt'ing is better den da sadness 'ere, mir!

he did not realize the possible weight of his words, still carefree and bubbly, but they were genuine.

sadness and quennell would never be found near one another.