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My sister in law was playing it's a small world, it seemed to fit.
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in character
It was funny how Disney's classic annoyance seemed to weave into everyone's life. It seemed like every single individual seemed intricately bounded by what could seem as a perfect stranger. However, circumstances and situations seemed to fill in pieces of a jigsaw, at least, carve out a lopsided puzzle piece to jam in the middle of an gaping hole. Yet Sentrosi was oblivious to how truly small the world was as he assumed the submissive position beneath the brilliantly white femme. Her response seemed easy and natural, and it was difficult for Sentrosi not to be affirmed with such a soothing flow of scenes. He bowed and listened intently to what she had to say, out of the loop that his sirname seemed to have any connotation in these lands.
At the mention of a previous pack, Sentrosi knew he shouldn't have been altogether surprised by the question, but for some odd reason it caught him off guard. Rather new to the border patrol scene, or at least the other end of it, the multihued wolf looked up cautiously to the femme before letting the residual feelings built up over time just crash around him with a shrug. "Was born and raised in it, wasn't much of a pack though." He let his crimson eyes dart this way and that, folding over those coyote ears in his hybrid body. "Treated most wolves that came through badly and demanded high payment. I left hoping for a new place to call truly home." He added the last note, not only to spice up the conversation with a little optimism, but to attempt to plant the seeds of his acceptance.
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