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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— Pas was humming, touching the ground with her paws to conjure up some flowers. She was bored, exhausted, and sort of sad. No reason, really. Just typical pas. She yawned softly, humming to some song she didn't care to remember the name.

    [font=georgia][size=8]"Hiya!" The child yipped, observing the girl and her humming. He hopped over and sat down near the femme, grinning. He was always quite cheerful, always finding something to be happy about. If only others could see the beauty in everyday things, but sadly little Mack didn't understand anything beyond child things and games. "What's your name? I'm Mack."