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... Tilde, and Erin silently sat with us.
“Ginnie?!” exclaimed an overprotective Catfolk, who rushed across the café, drawing the sword resting at his hip. I stood and turned, purifying his false hatred. His weapon dropped after his grip weakened, and he stumbled with small, child-like steps as his emotional face resembled his one and only, who continued to pour her heart out. The nearly empty café was drawn to the scene.
Once they had calmed down, we all sat around the table and ca ...
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