The cat was trailing strands behind itself, so thickly that at first Spring could not see the color of the cat or the shape of it, just a cat-size ball of Strands
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After/concurrent with Nothing could possib-lie go wrong and Places One Doesn't Go.The fest was wild, and Spring and Lance were in the heart of it. A place like this didn't need too much tangling - so many people here were already quite twisted up, wound in with other people, braided in with their own stories. But it was still fun to watch the
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This is the linkback incentive story for October Giraffe Call ( and on LJ). Please leave a comment here if you have boosted my signal."Spring is a very bright young lady
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