A green hedgehog lay in a cage. bởi all appearances, he was dead as a doorknob. He blinked himself awake and glared with intense hatred as a beautiful girl walked in, her head held high. She lifted up his cage and carried it into a room. He sighed, having been through this for the last six days. Now he was sick of it and his body ached from being in the cramped cage. The girl con sóc, sóc opened the door and yanked him to his feet. “Here he is.” He couldn’t run, whenever he tried to he was knocked onto his feet bởi the girl, whom was now dragging him through a seemingly endless hallway. Once...
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