NOT WHEN YOU HOLD ME [★] PRIVATE, DAHLIA

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]Daytime was so pretty! All the fluffy clouds and the bright blue sky...it was neat! Harley was just entertaining herself by playing with her stuffed cat toy. Hah, what a coincidence. She was crouched next to it, and was speaking to it. Like it was real. "Hahaha! Sure I'm crazy, what's your point?" she said to it, giggling. Ah yes, insanity.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:380px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%]Or so one would call it these days. Talking to the walls made one no more gone than the other she felt. It was how far you'd go ya' feel? Sliding up on dainty paws the borzoi shot a shit-eating grin Harley's way though truly the smile was more of a smirk than anything, "Do stuffed cat toys offer better conversation than other ShadowClanners?"
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]A grin appeared on her face. Dahlia. Harley turned to face her and shook her head. "Nah, just somethin' to pass the time," she replied with a small giggle. She looked up at the borzoi with an unreadable expression, then sat down. "So what's up?" she asked, tilting her cranium lightly to the side, like she always did when she asked a question.
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