when the fir needles fall // return

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AUGUSTIN SALIAS

✯ — THIS LUCKY PENNY AINT BEEN NOTHIN' BUT BAD LUCK

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shortly after Sunday arrived, a mountain lion would follow the lynx, cold blue eyes locked on the white hellhound with his golden eye. he grinned to himself at this point in time, my play toy is back, finally. wondered if he would show up here. he thought to himself, claws sinking into the sandy ground below them.

he had to settle, had to wait to savor his victory. mmm, it was good to hear Sunday's voice again, which brought a rumble from the male. his eyes were locked on jerisidie, waiting for the scent of fear to fill his nose, "welcome back, jerisidie lingré"

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✯ — MALE. THE PITT. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.