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    ★ the white tiger was paddling his little way onto the shore from the lake today, shaking his fur out when he got there. both he and his scarf were sopping wet and probably cold, but he didn't mind that sort of feeling, since he was content with being how he was right now. a sweet violin poured through his headphones at a loud volume today, but he could focus on what people were saying if they decided to speak to him, and anyway, he had learned what buttons controlled the volume anyway. glancing towards the sky, the warden noticed that it was a nice day out, but couldn't think of something to do with it. he was awfully lazy.