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Jim left, De found himself alone in the relative silence and calm of the botany labs. Alone apart from the small black cat still nuzzled on his shoulder. True to Jim's words, he had spoken the the small number of staff who were bustling around the labs, and De was able to stand there, looking at the roses, enjoying the heady floral scent that
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{it is name of your den?}
{home-den!}
{do not have home-den}
{...away from your home-den, too?}
{walkwalk, nuzzle}
{mine}
{like this}
{scritchscritch in dirt}
{flex claws}
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With one hand, he reached for a nearby rose bud and pulled it gently down to nose level, drawing in the scent as he breathed. Memories, everything, Greenleaf...Carolyn, all in that single sweet smell. His other hand reached for Yontaya, stroking absentmindedly as he remembered.
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{pets good}
{like this, feels good under claws}
{flop, roll over}
{dangling thing!}
{batbat}
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He dangled the stick just out of reach of Yontaya's upturned paws, and wiggled it enticingly.
Playing with animals, surrounded by the floral scents, the smell of green, the freshness...
Home.
Happiness. De was smiling again, as he looked down at Yontaya.
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