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... nally relaxing... But her mind drifted somewhere strangely warm and soft.
A dream.
A good one... but also a strange one.
She felt something tugging gently at her chest. Warm, small, and surprisingly strong. Her brows twitched, and inside the dream she slowly looked down...
A tiny fox.
A very beautiful, snowy-white little fox was curled against her chest, its fluffy tail twitching happily as it suckled like it had been starving for decades. Its little paws ...
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