do you ever wake up in the middle of the night to a low rumble, a pink tongue licking (and exfoliating) your forehead, a big piece of grey fur stuck up your nose, and sharply chiseled claws combing your hair to oblivion? no? do you want to? cause i'm sure i can work out some kind of deal with you. *sigh* just kidding.
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