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[size=20pt] ✄ Frightfur Fazbear Innocence
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The nomadic group had sent him on a wild-goose chase to find its exact location. Since it moved around quite often, the little tiger had a ball of a time seeking it out. Now, he walked through the farmlands with a bright smile upon his stitched mouth, beaming and as carefree as a singing canary. The grass crunched under his squishy paws and cherry red flowers bloomed beneath as if they ignored the frost of the cold season. He had probably long ago passed over the border, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to skip along, humming a pleasing tune into the open air.
He had come here as soon as he could, happily assuming it to be a place where he could belong. He never said anything aloud (save for his constant humming) and never stopped hopping along in happy-go-lucky elegance as he admired the territory. It would be really had to blame the young plushie tiger for refusing to stop at the border in his adorably cheerful state of mind.
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