My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to ysabetwordsmith‘s prompt.

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Every payday, Edrio very carefully opened the Sears catalog and very carefully placed an order.

It wasn't always Sears; it wasn't always a catalog.  Sometimes it was Penny's, although their catalog wasn't as

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He hand-picked her from the fields - a formerly angry former-American who had been beat down by the sun and the rain and the hard work. He gave her a new collar, pretty and silver and far lighter than her old one, and she thanked him for it ( Read more... )

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He would never admit it if you asked, but Daxton found something relaxing about being chained up in the Red Queen's dungeon. There was regular, if boring, food, a nice hour of full sunlight every day, and the expectations were amazingly simple: all he had to to was continue to say "no" to the Red Queen, which wasn't as hard as she'd like to think ( Read more... )