Closely Knit

Snaptrap sighs, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms, "you'd have to be a pretty close-knit team to do that kind of thing with each other. huh... my crew isn't that close."

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A Close-Knit Community

**a close-knit community** all my life i'd known that the renamon community was close. we grew up surrounded by digimon of all types, but there was always time made each month for renamon specific events.

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Bitter Tea (CW: Abortion)

Content warning: Abortion Not really sure why I wrote this or why I am sharing, but here it is. Not edited. The taste was bitter and felt thick on her tongue. After the first sip she set it down. Her...

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Closely Knit, Chapter 2: The Lunch Break

"We did it!" Snaptrap cheers, "Finally! Some of T.U.F.F's invention plans are in our grasp!" says the rat with his trademarked lisp, "Now we'll be able to get doughnuts and burgers whenever we please!" "Yeah!" his three lackeys cheer in unison. Larry...

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Mean You No Harm

She threw one of her knitting needles across the room right through the duck's chest. the duck emitted an eerie, squeaky quack as her eyes rolled back into her head.

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Chapter 9

She laughed and went back to her knitting, her head bowed over her work. "and do you really think i will agree to it either? you are in such a rush to run out and leave us.

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Slowhand - Chapter 4

Ever," she finished pointedly, then picked up her sock again and continued knitting. "and what's that, um, technique? what you're doing right now?" "knitting in the round, using dpn's.

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Seven Years Later: Prologue

He sneered at the old woman, who sat calmly continuing with her knitting. she acted like she hadn't heard him. looking up from her knitting she indicated the seat again, "please sit, i have not given you the news yet."

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Round Two

Maloo grabbed a pawful of the stretchy, dark red knit fabric wrapped around her chest. "it's a blanket! a blanket!"

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Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Chapter Seventeen

The first part of whatever limbasko was knitting touched the floor. it looked to toke like a snake, forty feet long with bright green skin. it had taken the old man less than a minute to knit the whole thing, and it didn't seem he was done yet.

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