Snowfall at Seven

"could it be that jamie wilkes, renaissance cat, hunter of mice, swinger of bats, catcher of balls, satisfier of any gender, is also a queen of sizes?" he giggled. the leopard scowled. that genie wasn't getting put back in the bottle.

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Silent Hours

"My guy...your backpack there's unzipped. I can see your laptop sticking out. Probably not the best time for that..." "Shit shit shit. Thanks!" Jamie gestured a quick thumbs-up at the passing otter, comfortably ensconced under her umbrella. Do otters...

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