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We can close this up yeah?
“Firefly.” Lysander repeated the name, nodded and smiled down at the bundle of puppies as she deposited them on the floor in front of him. One chubby, one skinny. One more outgoing, one more timid. Or so it seemed. Neither seemed very much like their mother except for coloration. “What nice boys you have.” And the bigger one waddled towards him. Gently he lowered his head, meeting face to face with the creature. It made a strange face at him and Lysander fell in love. There was no doubt about it now, stealing puppies had been a good plan after all. This would be good, he just knew it.
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