

The Dead WalkTHE DEAD WALK By: T. GreywulfeThe Dead Walk
“Shaina, your going to be late for choir practice. Do you have everything ready?” A small housecat left her room with a small case tucked under her arm. She was wearing her favorite outfit a pair of blue jean shorts and a grey t-shirt. She nodded to her mother as she walked along the hall while humming quietly to herself her short headfur lying neatly on her head. Her mother couldn’t resist a smile as the small kitten walked along ahead of her. The black dress she was wearing trailed along behind her the long slit up the side sh
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Me: ....
James: you okay..
Me:-growls-
James: i see..
Me: im horny SHADDAP!
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