mister was of course sweet as honey pie today. he smelled r. and went bounding down the backstairs and kissed her passionately. all along the way he rolled in the snow, licked the snow, and put his snowy nose between r.'s thighs. somewhere in the vast small world is an orphaned credit card she lost, but seeing the kestrel and mister it was worth, every, penny.
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