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At the edge of night, lay the vixens three, with fur of ruby, silver and onyx, respectively, seemingly carefree, but ears and golden eyes alert. A stranger soon approached them.

The traveler was dirty and unshaven, but knelt respectfully.

"What do you seek?" asked Ruby, curiously.
"Why are you here?" asked Silver, cautious but kindly.
"And what do you want, human?" asked Onyx, the most critical and dubious of the trio.

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we're seeing love levels at about 100%

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tests are showing demon possession levels at 90%

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The lump under the sheet moved slowly.

Its progress slowed further as kittens pounced on it. There was a distressed mew and I scooped up the trio of kittens, lifted the sheet, and dumped them on their now revealed sibling. They tumbled and rolled and waved their tiny paws in the air.

I allowed the sheet to drape over them and watched the lumps explore, when not interrupted by playful tackles.

I'd just have to finish making the bed later.

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The linux/FOSS community is extremely insular and makes the software more annoying to use because pedants are loud. It's our job as users and/or developers to make the software and community friendlier so if anyone here needs help or information about switching to linux, finding programs, or getting things to work the way they want, I'm here to help and my DMs are always open

"real" and "fake" are not very useful concepts when it comes to identity. Rather, throw them both out and judge things based on usefulness, helpfulness, or just how comfortable or appropriate they feel to the person or persons in question. There will be a lot less stress and imposter syndrome.

the real challenge of being polyam is that you will literally never get past the "too shy to talk to crush" stage

The nagi slid into her brook, black serpent body coiled beneath the cool water with her human face just above the surface, allowing her long black hair to swirl around her head with the current.

She contemplated her upcoming tasks.

It was about time to test her human students to see how they were coming along with reading and writing.

After that she needed to decide on a hairdo and jewelry for a wedding she was attending.

Life was good.

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Knitted jumper that acts as a FM radio transmitter; inspired by protests in Turkey:

http://www.ireneposch.net/the-knitted-radio/

"I can't dance away my sadness, I can't sing joy into my life and I certainly can't strum, beat or blow anger to dust with a musical instrument," the human explained with complete assurance.

"Have you tried?" asked the pixies.

The human nodded, "It's just not for me."

"Oh dear, how do you live?" they fussed.

"Well, medication and therapy work best for me."

"So you won't dance or sing or play with us?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yay!"

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