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what a baby... ❨ a comment mumbled, as if thought involuntarily found an aperture to escape from the confines of his own head———and fondness seeps through with it. ❩
𝑦𝑜𝑢 were a good boy. who else is it ever, if not you﹖
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❪ wholly immersed in domestic portrayal, imparted pets spur an equally cat—like purr. alabaster crown nestles into caress, azures slitting into feline contentment. ❫
you need to be more specific.. 💭
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just making sure. ❨ his hand lingers atop the other’s head a few moments longer than predisposed… a pause, cat—like, before eventually surrendering to rhythmic strokes of recompense. ❩
; for the good boy.
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