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Author: * Subsumia CuChulainn -
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Date: Apr 15, 2004 - 15:53
in the manner that I had learned, eyes downcast. He lead me from one side of the room to the other, investigating the amenities.
We would be staying here? Oh boy... A real FLOOR to sleep on instead of the warmth-stealing ground or straw...
I knew my place, at my owner's feet or in his bed if he should decide he wanted me that way.
But... ohhhhhh... sun-warmed planks, and maybe instead of those cold iron bindings, Master would be kind and use the leather ones.
I love them...
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