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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 3:31 pm
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Day three of being a cat, and Celsus was getting absurdly tired of this.
At first it had been a little amusing - stressful, of course, but amusing. Except after being forced out of his own home, dodging cars, people's feet, and the grabby, greedy hands of little kids at the playground, Celsus was feeling exhausted and drained on many levels.
He wanted to be human again, dammit.
And right now, it was growing into late afternoon, the playground deserted as parents gathered together their children to come in to dinner.
Celsus, however, was curled up in a corner of the sandbox and wondering why on earth this was going on.
And what he was going to eat for dinner.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:06 pm
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