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YOUR TURN,
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After all the hassle of bringing the catboy home — the scratch on his hand bore testament to how the cat which had appointed itself the hybrid’s guardian and protector, and the progress home had been hampered by the hybrid’s dead weight — Taekwoon was almost too tired to do anything else for the evening. It was only concern for the catboy’s welfare that had him moving about his flat after taking a moment to catch his breath. Then he had stripped the catboy out of his soaked clothes and settling the shivering form under a thick duvet in the guest bed.
As he went about his home, fetching towels and preparing a pot to make some vegetable soup, he thought it was a good thing he had waited to put the winter covers into storage.
As he went about his home, fetching towels and preparing a pot to make some vegetable soup, he thought it was a good thing he had waited to put the winter covers into storage.
YOUR TURN,
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