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    She spotted stains on the ground...juice stains? She blinked. Who knew what her reflection, Orpah, had done? Oprah opened the cabinet full of juice and was surprised to find not a lot of juice was gone.


    Grabbing one, she sat and tasted the juice as she tilted back and drank. Ah, it felt good. Smiling just a little, she grabbed another one, and began to drink that too.[/fancypost]

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    This time it had been her mother's reflection but rather her daughter. Rouse always saw Oprah drinking out of the strange box things and the other day had found the adult's stash. Curious what was the big deal about them, she had returned the next day to try one - only she had run into a fit of an issue and to put it simply had ended up with herself and the floor covered. After the boom she had cause she had heard her mother stiring. Panicked she had darted add into a hiding place. "Mommy?" Rouse called out, her voice tiny and out of characterly soft. "I'm sorry."
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    tags (updated 12/14)

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    Looking at the juice box in her paws, she had an idea. Why not let Rouse taste her first juice box? She had wanted to do that with her first litter before the pups all went MIA. She snatched up a fruit punch juice box, and handed it to her. "Do you want some juice? Here's fruit punch. The best flavor. Just stick a claw in the hole at the top, and sip!"[/fancypost]

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