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She huffed playfully.
He followed close behind her.
Aspen recoiled in disgust. "That's violent.."
"I'm not smart enough for them!"
"What should I do?"
He nodded, closing his eyes comfortably. "Okay. Me too."
Her brows furrowed at the story, looking thoughtful.
"I know. Why does it have to be directed at me? I can hardly understand!"
She came over to him. "Hm.. Alright then. Can I help?"
"Nice and cozy," he said, settling back down.
"Oh, okay. Proceed."
She squinted at him playfully.
"That's not gonna feed the whole world, Tuck."
"It's nice," he agreed. "I like it."
"A warthog?"
"So you pranked me.."
"I thought you were making it for you?"
He shifted before doing as she asked. His wings were soft and warm.
She frowned slightly, watching the book.
"Then how can you?"
