Christmas timeA light snowfall brushed the windows like icing on a cake. A broad Fox with fur as blue as the Pacific Ocean heaved as he adjusted a large Christmas tree on the stand. He stood up as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses on his head, brushed his black t-shirt smooth over his brown jeans, and pushed his long black hair out of his face as his pale blue eyes twinkled merrily at the straight tree before him. As he turned to open a box of ornaments the sound of something hitting leather caught his sensitive ears, and a deep voice asked him, “Keoni, what are you doing?” The Fox jumped and whirled around, seeing a big black Dragon lounging onChristmas time
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i eet your bebbies
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I am going to most likely die in a freak pencil accident... XD
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