resting there [p]

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    Evan was lounging about, his ears twitching slightly. He was just chilling, without much to do in that area. He was pretty tired as well, having been chasing vainly after his black and red spirit butterfly for most of the day, all to no avail. It was now perched on his back, between his shoulder blades, in his blind spot. He could at least pretend it did not exist any further. But he knew, somewhere, that it was still there.
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