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"Unexpected Beauty" by bruises
"Why does it always snow!" growled Perrin the Lupe. He was sitting in a snug cottage that overlooked Happy Valley. His teeth chattered as he tugged a warm blanket closer about him. Sighing, a chocolate Blumaroo placed a steaming mug of tea on the table in front of him. She sat in the chair next to his and said absently, "I know it's a change from Meridell, but give it a chance..."

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