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Bite Me
problems at home

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I. Problems at Home

She pouted sulkily, fingers twirling wine red locks.

"Where is he?"

"Patience, my Lady. The little wolf just went off to play."

An irritated sigh and more pouting ensued.

"He can play here."

"Maybe it's because you're no fun."

"Mean! That's so mean. I'm mad at you now."