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Sitting there soaking in all the Sigur Ros she could possibly handle, she had a light turn on. At this same second her trusty pal Black Kat was meading on what appeared to be her sun dried human leg. This of coarse caused a rather human reaction."Why the fuck can't i feel you scratching a hole in pajama's? The female quickly jolts out of the shock of it. And then finds a part of herself that should be a bit worried, without border line freaking the fuck out. Collecting herself she pays attention to Backle and appreicates every second of her loving but ,also affixiated on task at hand personality. Then after a short day dream she begins to press more chalk on to a canvas. Which she feels is where she definately has needed to be and hasn't been able to for too long. "These sketches and strokes are as me as I could possibly be". She chimes. "And if that isn't sufficiant enough for you ,then you can burn in the firey depths of my oven! Pardon me as I set it to broil."

Why does she always have to end it in such a negitive manner I asked myself.but then again who am I?

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