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Originally Posted by Silver Pinneaple
Feather blinked her fern green eyes. “Yeah,” she trailed off, leaving the fact that she was a clutz out. She turned to the small home by the yard, with blades of grass blowing around gently in the breeze. “Nice day, isn’t it?” She wondered, attempting small talk.
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Gray nodded she couldn't lie the sun was shining and no clouds were blocking the sun, it had a nice breeze so it was a nice day "So why did you come here?" She asked the Molly.