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Post by cutedawgz42 on Jan 26, 2013 21:19:07 GMT
As Rogue lay helplessly on the tunnel floor, she began to cry, knowing she couldn't help herself and knowing she'd given it all she had to get up or call for help. Tiny crystals of salty tears fell from her thin wolven lashes, trickling down her muzzle and dripping onto the cold ground of the tunnels. Poor Rogue. How would she react if I hugged her and licked those salty tears trickling down her muzzle with my tongue?
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