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“Watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat!”

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The doll in question, was lying still under a tree, eyes open and staring intensely at the branches. With the position she was in, no wonder someone would mistaken her for a regular rag doll.

She wasn’t though. As soon as she heard the voice, her eyes darted in the stranger’s direction, rolling over in order to see them more clearly.

“…A squirrel-y squirrel…” She breathed in awe with a wide smile.

“AAAH!” Rocky jumped. The flying squirrel was not expecting the toy to speak, or in general be alive. Perhaps she just looked like a doll, he wasn’t too sure.

So uhh

I don't know what I'm going to do with this and my other rp blogs after Irma fucks up Florida

But I might go on haitus for a few weeks