Shore

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Shore

*knock knock* Who could be at the door at this time of night? It's like fucking 1 in the morning. If this is another anthrostate solicitor..*SLAM* The door swings open brazenly, leaving a deep mark in the drywall. Fucking forgot to lock the damn thing again."Hey." Says a rather short shark girl.. how did she even reach the door handle? Her hands sit on her hips, highlighting that gorgeous innie belly button and exposed white navel."Yeah, sorry about the door, but I'm here for DND night."

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