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[bluestripes]

Roger stretched out on a warm patch of grass, every muscle at it's limit. He looked down the street. He wasn't waiting for anything in particular, but the sun softened his thoughts and he lazily wondered about what was going on down the street. A butterfly caught his eye and he watched as it seemed to drift, like paper in a breeze, eventually

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[progressinacan]

I face-palmed after I read this.

Well played.

[bluestripes]

haha. yessss. That was a fun one. I wanted to see how long I could hide that Roger is a cat.