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"Heroism, and a Hot Cup of Borovan" by summerwednesday
"Your borovan, sir." The red Kougra at the table in the corner didn't even look up. He kept his eyes fixed on his book as Jemmy, smiling to herself, placed a second porcelain cup and saucer on the table, so gently there was not even a clatter. "I'm rather in the mood for a drink myself. Do you mind if I join you?" This made the Kougra look up. He eyed the yellow Shoyru curiously. "Well, alright," he said, after a bit of a...

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