[b]She shakes her head[/b]
[i]"Last I checked, dogs don't talk"[/i]
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Hey that's the best part of being a demon *they sit next to her*
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[b]She sits down again, not knowing what to do[/b]
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Don't be afraid to stroke my fur...just let me know if you want to talk
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[b]She sits there for a while, eventually reaching out a hand, and petting him[/b]
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*his fur is warm and possibly the softest thing she's ever felt*
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[b]She looks surprised, and keeps running his pelt as she sits there[/b]
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So you want to talk yet?
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[b]She remains silent for a bit[/b] [i]"My father died, last night..."[/i] [b]Her words are hollow, floating in the air, and lingering in the dogs ears[/b]
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I can understand the pain you feel and the need for comfort...which is why I'm here
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[b]She goes quiet again, still stroking his fur[/b]
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Years ago some close friends died....I'd known them for quite some time...I wasn't sad...
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[b]She remains quiet[/b]
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I was furious...all of them just...gone now I have nothing worth while to live for
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[b]She lets out a sigh, enough to know she was listening[/b]
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*he lays down on her lap and falls asleep*