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It's not a wonder the night is more peaceful than the day. All the loudsnout pigs have hit the hay, and the wolves may come out to paw and play, pale fur shining under the moonlight, without a sinning sunbeam's glare to darken his gay prouncing.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
Lycans Treading Freely
It's not a wonder the night is more peaceful than the day. All the loudsnout pigs have hit the hay, and the wolves may come out to paw and play, pale fur shining under the moonlight, without a sinning sunbeam's glare to darken his gay prouncing.
Trot trot, winter is comin'!
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38/M/9Messiah, Michihel
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
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