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The Sacrifice 3 - Helplessness and Hugs

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>LAST TIME ON THE SACRIFICE
>”Speshaw fwend pwegnant, an hooman is daddeh!”
>[Random car exploding]
>”Dammit Zeke, if we don't disarm this bomb before the train reaches 70 miles an hour, it will explode!”
>”Nuuuuuu, bwoo wire ow gween wire?!”
>[You and Simon on top of a mountain, crossing swords.]
>”Let this be our final battle, Brian.”
>”SIMON!”
>”Whatever.”
>[More random explosions]
>”Brace yourself, Spaghetti is coming...”
>You wake up with a start, realizing you're back in your room.
>”What the fuck kind of dream was that...”
>Whatever that fluffy fertilizer did to your chile peppers is pretty potent
>You're not eating them so close to bedtime anymore.
>THE SACRIFICE 3 - HELPLESSNESS AND HUGS
>You are Ezekiel, smarty friend.
>Well, you're not sure if you can call yourself that anymore. You're not in charge of your herd anymore, and you live inside a human's house.
>When you first met him, he wanted your herd's having-babies friend, your special friend.
>You offered to go instead.
>Your herd was very very sad, and everyone cried when they gave you goodbye hugs.
>You tried your best to be strong, telling everyone not to be sad, and to do what the human told them to do so he wouldn't become angry and make them leave, or worse.
>When the human was going to give you the biggest owies, he changed his mind, and said you could live inside with him.
>Not sure why he needed a fluffy to die in the first place, but humans are always smarter than fluffies, and they do a lot of things that don't make sense to you, but they're probably for a good reason.
>At first, you didn't know what to think of the human.
>On the one hand, he did take care of your herd.
>On the other, he wouldn't let you go back to them. You can only watch them, never being able to tell them you're okay.
>He told them you were dead. You don't know why.
>But he let them stay in his yard, where they would be safe, so you didn't say anything.
>For a little while, you were happy for your herd, but sad that you could never talk to them again.
>You missed hugs. You missed your special friend. You wished you could be there when her babies came.
>Even though your new bed was warm and soft, you still felt cold and lonely. You were born and raised in a herd. Every day of your life you were surrounded by other fluffies.
>Now you were alone.
>The feeling of isolation was too much.
>Smarty friends must be strong, must not show fear so the herd isn't afraid.
>But you couldn't help yourself as you cried yourself to sleep the first night.
>Then one day, the babies came.
>The human helped your special friend with the babies, but the last one was a dummy baby.
>You were so worried. That was your baby! Why did it have to be a dummy baby?
>If you were still out in the wild, you would have had no choice but to leave the dummy baby behind, leaving it to die, cold and alone, before it ever got the chance to love or be loved.
>It's not fair. No fluffy should have to take the longest sleep without any love, without a chance.
>But the human didn't leave it there! He brought it into the house, and told you to take care of it while he tried to find out how to give it milk.
>He said he had milk from something called a cow, but you didn't know what he meant. But the human was trying to save your baby, so you didn't try to find out.
>While he was in the nummies room, you looked down at your baby.
>It was so small, so weak.
>A smarty friend must always be strong, especially for his herd.
>In the past, you've had to be very strong and very brave, even when you were scared.
>But looking at your baby slowly dying, crying out for a mother who wouldn't even look at it, you never felt so helpless.
>It needed milk. You had none.
>You couldn't talk to your special friend, or the human would make you all leave, and then all of your babies would die from the Big White Time.
>You couldn't do anything. Its life was in the hands of the human, who wasn't even sure he could do anything.
>So you did the only thing you could think to do.
>You gave the baby hugs.
>Fluffies always think huggies make everything better, that they can make owwies go away and make sad feels not feel so sad.
>You know better. Huggies can make things worse sometimes. Huggies can make a little owie into a big owie. Huggies can sometimes do nothing at all.
>But there, with your dying child, it's all you could do.
>You were scared. The most scared you had ever been in your short life. Your baby was dying, and you couldn't do anything about it.
>You just hoped huggies would help this time.
>Luckily for you, the human came back with milk! And the baby drank it!
>You were so happy. The human saved your baby! But you still felt helpless.
>What could you do? The mother still wouldn't want the baby, and without a mother, the baby would die even with milk.
>But the human had an idea. He's so smart, he found out how to stop the baby from smelling like a dummy baby.
>And he found out the baby was a boy! Your son. You felt so proud.
>The baby smelled yikky, but your special friend took him back and treated him like her other babies.
>The human put your special friend and your babies on a soft blanket.
>They cuddled together, with the rest of your herd watching happily.
>There was Simon, the green unicorn. He was young, and always ready to fight to prove he wasn't a foal. But he also loved to play with the foals, running around with them while the mothers rested. He doesn't like the human, but he loves his herd.
>Then there was Coal, the dark black earth fluffy. He's not a very smart fluffy, and often forgets what you tell him to do. But he was loyal to you, and you loved him for always trying to defend the herd with his life.
>The littlest mare was Goldberry, with her bright yellow fluff and wings and white mane, who was not even old enough to have special hugs. She was always there to help the mothers, getting them food, or rolling them when they got too big to move. Now she spends her days playing in the grass and finding flowers to give to the mothers. She always tries to sleep next to Simon, and is constantly nuzzling against his fur.
>Maybe when she's older she could be his mate. But he knows she's not old enough yet for special hugs. You taught him not to be a meanie and to not give special hugs if the mare said no or that it hurt.
>The other momma fluffy was Lavender, a very gentle pegasus with a pale purple fluff and a green mane. She's the most delicate member of your herd, and when her mate was killed, it broke her heart.
>You remember Scooter. You miss him. He was a good friend. His baby will never know him. That makes you sad. He would have been a good daddy.
>The unicorn foal is still getting its teeth, and right now Lavender is teaching her to eat grass.
>When her teeth are done growing and she doesn't need her momma's milk anymore, she'll be old enough to get a name.
>And then there's your special friend, Holly. The prettiest mare you ever saw. She's feeding her babies right now.
>Your children.
>The thought makes you smile.
>You're a daddy.
>You watch them drinking their milk and hugging their momma, and you hope they all survive long enough to get names.
>If it hadn't been for the human, one of them wouldn't have.
>He could have left it to die, but he didn't.
>He promised you he would take care of your herd, and he did.
>You've seen many humans who would step on a fluffy until its head burst and think nothing of it.
>But this human is different. When you were weak, he was strong.
>He used his human smartyness to save your littlest baby.
>He feeds your herd and gives them a safe place to live, without having to be afraid of monsters and not having enough nummies.
>He's a good human.
>You're going to tell him that.
>Huggies are the only thing you can give him to show your gratitude.
>You just hope huggies will be enough this time.
>No.
>Human is not a good human.
>Bad human. Meanie human.
>Gave you what he called a 'bath.'
>Too much water, lots of scrubbing.
>You didn't like it.
>But you do smell a lot better now...
>No, that's not acceptable. Meanie human.
>You sit yourself back down at the window to watch your herd as they drift off to sleep.
>Your special friend is in the middle of a fluffy ring, laying on the soft blanket with her babies.
>All of her babies.
>You can see the littlest one is the one that's nuzzling with her the most.
>...
>Okay, the human isn't all bad.
>But you hope you don't get any more baths.
****************************************
>You are a human who has taken up the responsibility of taking care of a fluffy herd.
>It's been three days since Ezekiel's babies were born, and Ezekiel seems to be opening up to you more.
>You guess the whole runt incident proved you could be trusted.
>You think you almost lost all that goodwill when you gave him a bath, though.
>He didn't say a word the entire time you were washing him.
>Granted, he's normally silent, just watching his herd through the sliding glass door.
>But this was a different kind of silence.
>The 'I'm not saying anything because if I did, it would involve comments about your mother' kind of silence.
>But you really couldn't have avoided it. Dude smelled like birthing fluid mixed with whatever else he tramped through out in the wild. You weren't about to put up with that smell in the house.
>You tried to be positive about it. “Look Zeke, you're all clean now!”
>He just shot you a look that said “Clean dese fluffy nuts.”
>His mood improved a bit after more window-watching of his herd sleeping.
>The runt seems to be doing fine. The mother hasn't shown any signs of rejection.
>Just to be safe, you took the baby inside again earlier today and resprayed him, much to his and his mother's chagrin.
>Simon tried to headbutt you when you brought the baby back.
>Considering he probably hurt himself more than he hurt you, you ignored it.
>Because the baby's eyes were open this time, Zeke hid behind your couch until you brought the runt back outside.
>With his siblings next to him for comparison, you can see that the runt is a little bit smaller than most babies. Not by a lot, but enough that it's noticeable.
>He's also a lot clingier, nuzzling into his mother's fluff even when his siblings are playing.
>Given that he spent an hour being denied the motherly affection that babies need, you understand his reluctance to leave it now that he has it.
>The rest of the herd is doing fine.
>They ate all of the good grass awhile ago, and you've been providing them with food ever since.
>With instruction from Zeke, you feed them in the morning and at dinnertime.
>Breakfast for them is usually warm oatmeal with a few pieces of fruit mixed in.
>They love it. You don't put any milk or sugar in it, but they enjoy it all the same.
>You suspect that fluffies have very few taste buds.
>That and this has to be leaps and bounds above what they'd have to eat in the wild.
>Even without their smarty friend, they're conscientious enough to not bicker over the fruit pieces.
>In fact, Simon usually makes sure every fluffy gets a fair amount.
>The mothers get a little extra, so they can get enough sugar inside them for milk.
>Or maybe they can detect Zeke watching them all, unseen, like a fluffy Eye of Sauron.
>In the evening, it's rice and veggies for them.
>You give them plenty of vegetables to eat at night.
>It's only fair, considering their feces is helping your garden grow.
>And grow it has. You've never seen your plants like this.
>That fluffy shit really works wonders in large amounts.
>You even bought a container to store excess poop for winter. At the rate that fluffies poop (which is a lot), you're set to have one motherfucker of a bountiful harvest.
>So far they've been very good about pooping only in the spot you told them to poop in. Aside from a few accidents and the babies. But hey, nobody's perfect. Especially fluffies.
>With such a healthy diet, the herd no longer looks disheveled and starving. Rather, they're much more energetic, and spend a lot of time playing and hugging.
>When the mothers want some time to themselves, Simon always takes care of the babies, playing and running around with them.
>He's not so bad a guy, he just hates your guts. If the herd left tomorrow, he would doubtless be the new smarty friend.
>Another unicorn smarty friend. Like the world really needs more of those.
>Well, the alternative would be the other stallion in the group, a jet black fluffy with a grey mane. Ezekiel told you his name was Coal.
>He's big for a fluffy, even an earth fluffy such as himself. He wouldn't be smart enough to be a good smarty friend. He's not stupid, he's just an average fluffy. Protective, though. Occasionally you catch him walking along the part of the hill within sight of the backyard, looking for any threats.
>Aside from the mothers, stallions, and babies, the only remaining member of the herd is a young little mare, whose name is apparently Goldberry.
>She has a bright yellow coat of fluff with a white mane. She spends most of her time either helping the mothers or wandering around looking for interesting things.
>With winter approaching, that mostly leaves the occasional dandelions that shows up in your yard.
>She picks them and presents them to the mothers, who squee with joy at the “pwetty fwowa!”
>Goldberry takes payment in praise and hugs.
>Adorable. Plus it keeps your yard weed-free.
>She seems to have a crush on Simon, too. She's always trying to nuzzle with him, and always lays down next to him for naps or nighttime sleep.
>Simon seems happy for the attention, but it surprises you he hasn't tried to mate with her yet. Fluffies don't have a prolonged mating ritual, they just get down to it with very little hesitation.
>She's probably not old enough yet. Fluffies reach sexual maturity around 4 months of age, which by your guess is still another month away.
>Fluffy jailbait.
>Right now the other mother is trying to teach her foal how to eat grass with her slowly developing teeth.
>It's a slow process. It's the beginning of winter, and most of your grass is either dying or already eaten by the herd.
>Well, she'll learn. Maybe she could start with something softer. They'll get their dinner in a few hours.
>You make a mental note to cook the rice a little longer tonight so it's extra soft.
>All things considered, you're a lot happier for adopting the herd. They give you a sense of responsibility, and though they're still a little apprehensive around you, they always make sure to thank you for feeding them.
>Goldberry will sometimes hug your leg when you bring meals.
>Simon definitely doesn't like that.
>So you make sure to give her a hug back, along with a generous belly rub.
>Oh man, the look on his face...
>Sometimes, hugs are all it takes.

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>LAST TIME ON THE SACRIFICE
>”Speshaw fwend pwegnant, an hooman is daddeh!”
>[Random car exploding]
>”Dammit Zeke, if we don't disarm this bomb before the train reaches 70 miles an hour, it will explode!”
>”Nuuuuuu, bwoo wire ow gween wire?!”
>[You and Simon on top of a mountain, crossing swords.]
>”Let this be our final battle, Brian.”
>”SIMON!”
>”Whatever.”
>[More random explosions]
>”Brace yourself, Spaghetti is coming...”
>You wake up with a start, realizing you're back in your room.
>”What the fuck kind of dream was that...”
>Whatever that fluffy fertilizer did to your chile peppers is pretty potent
>You're not eating them so close to bedtime anymore.

>THE SACRIFICE 3 - HELPLESSNESS AND HUGS


>You are Ezekiel, smarty friend.
>Well, you're not sure if you can call yourself that anymore. You're not in charge of your herd anymore, and you live inside a human's house.
>When you first met him, he wanted your herd's having-babies friend, your special friend.
>You offered to go instead.
>Your herd was very very sad, and everyone cried when they gave you goodbye hugs.
>You tried your best to be strong, telling everyone not to be sad, and to do what the human told them to do so he wouldn't become angry and make them leave, or worse.
>When the human was going to give you the biggest owies, he changed his mind, and said you could live inside with him.
>Not sure why he needed a fluffy to die in the first place, but humans are always smarter than fluffies, and they do a lot of things that don't make sense to you, but they're probably for a good reason.
>At first, you didn't know what to think of the human.
>On the one hand, he did take care of your herd.
>On the other, he wouldn't let you go back to them. You can only watch them, never being able to tell them you're okay.
>He told them you were dead. You don't know why.
>But he let them stay in his yard, where they would be safe, so you didn't say anything.
>For a little while, you were happy for your herd, but sad that you could never talk to them again.
>You missed hugs. You missed your special friend. You wished you could be there when her babies came. 
>Even though your new bed was warm and soft, you still felt cold and lonely. You were born and raised in a herd. Every day of your life you were surrounded by other fluffies.
>Now you were alone.
>The feeling of isolation was too much.
>Smarty friends must be strong, must not show fear so the herd isn't afraid.
>But you couldn't help yourself as you cried yourself to sleep the first night.

>Then one day, the babies came.
>The human helped your special friend with the babies, but the last one was a dummy baby.
>You were so worried. That was your baby! Why did it have to be a dummy baby?
>If you were still out in the wild, you would have had no choice but to leave the dummy baby behind, leaving it to die, cold and alone, before it ever got the chance to love or be loved.
>It's not fair. No fluffy should have to take the longest sleep without any love, without a chance.
>But the human didn't leave it there! He brought it into the house, and told you to take care of it while he tried to find out how to give it milk.
>He said he had milk from something called a cow, but you didn't know what he meant. But the human was trying to save your baby, so you didn't try to find out.
>While he was in the nummies room, you looked down at your baby.
>It was so small, so weak.
>A smarty friend must always be strong, especially for his herd.
>In the past, you've had to be very strong and very brave, even when you were scared.
>But looking at your baby slowly dying, crying out for a mother who wouldn't even look at it, you never felt so helpless.
>It needed milk. You had none.
>You couldn't talk to your special friend, or the human would make you all leave, and then all of your babies would die from the Big White Time.
>You couldn't do anything. Its life was in the hands of the human, who wasn't even sure he could do anything.
>So you did the only thing you could think to do.
>You gave the baby hugs.
>Fluffies always think huggies make everything better, that they can make owwies go away and make sad feels not feel so sad.
>You know better. Huggies can make things worse sometimes. Huggies can make a little owie into a big owie. Huggies can sometimes do nothing at all.
>But there, with your dying child, it's all you could do.
>You were scared. The most scared you had ever been in your short life. Your baby was dying, and you couldn't do anything about it.
>You just hoped huggies would help this time.

>Luckily for you, the human came back with milk! And the baby drank it!
>You were so happy. The human saved your baby! But you still felt helpless.
>What could you do? The mother still wouldn't want the baby, and without a mother, the baby would die even with milk.
>But the human had an idea. He's so smart, he found out how to stop the baby from smelling like a dummy baby.
>And he found out the baby was a boy! Your son. You felt so proud.
>The baby smelled yikky, but your special friend took him back and treated him like her other babies.
>The human put your special friend and your babies on a soft blanket.
>They cuddled together, with the rest of your herd watching happily.
>There was Simon, the green unicorn. He was young, and always ready to fight to prove he wasn't a foal. But he also loved to play with the foals, running around with them while the mothers rested. He doesn't like the human, but he loves his herd.
>Then there was Coal, the dark black earth fluffy. He's not a very smart fluffy, and often forgets what you tell him to do. But he was loyal to you, and you loved him for always trying to defend the herd with his life.
>The littlest mare was Goldberry, with her bright yellow fluff and wings and white mane, who was not even old enough to have special hugs. She was always there to help the mothers, getting them food, or rolling them when they got too big to move. Now she spends her days playing in the grass and finding flowers to give to the mothers. She always tries to sleep next to Simon, and is constantly nuzzling against his fur.
>Maybe when she's older she could be his mate. But he knows she's not old enough yet for special hugs. You taught him not to be a meanie and to not give special hugs if the mare said no or that it hurt.
>The other momma fluffy was Lavender, a very gentle pegasus with a pale purple fluff and a green mane. She's the most delicate member of your herd, and when her mate was killed, it broke her heart.
>You remember Scooter. You miss him. He was a good friend. His baby will never know him. That makes you sad. He would have been a good daddy.
>The unicorn foal is still getting its teeth, and right now Lavender is teaching her to eat grass.
>When her teeth are done growing and she doesn't need her momma's milk anymore, she'll be old enough to get a name.
>And then there's your special friend, Holly. The prettiest mare you ever saw. She's feeding her babies right now. 
>Your children.
>The thought makes you smile.
>You're a daddy.
>You watch them drinking their milk and hugging their momma, and you hope they all survive long enough to get names.
>If it hadn't been for the human, one of them wouldn't have.
>He could have left it to die, but he didn't.
>He promised you he would take care of your herd, and he did.
>You've seen many humans who would step on a fluffy until its head burst and think nothing of it.
>But this human is different. When you were weak, he was strong.
>He used his human smartyness to save your littlest baby.
>He feeds your herd and gives them a safe place to live, without having to be afraid of monsters and not having enough nummies.
>He's a good human.
>You're going to tell him that.
>Huggies are the only thing you can give him to show your gratitude.
>You just hope huggies will be enough this time.

>No.
>Human is not a good human.
>Bad human. Meanie human.
>Gave you what he called a 'bath.'
>Too much water, lots of scrubbing.
>You didn't like it.
>But you do smell a lot better now...
>No, that's not acceptable. Meanie human.
>You sit yourself back down at the window to watch your herd as they drift off to sleep.
>Your special friend is in the middle of a fluffy ring, laying on the soft blanket with her babies.
>All of her babies.
>You can see the littlest one is the one that's nuzzling with her the most.
>...
>Okay, the human isn't all bad.
>But you hope you don't get any more baths.

****************************************

>You are a human who has taken up the responsibility of taking care of a fluffy herd.
>It's been three days since Ezekiel's babies were born, and Ezekiel seems to be opening up to you more.
>You guess the whole runt incident proved you could be trusted.
>You think you almost lost all that goodwill when you gave him a bath, though.
>He didn't say a word the entire time you were washing him.
>Granted, he's normally silent, just watching his herd through the sliding glass door.
>But this was a different kind of silence.
>The 'I'm not saying anything because if I did, it would involve comments about your mother' kind of silence.
>But you really couldn't have avoided it. Dude smelled like birthing fluid mixed with whatever else he tramped through out in the wild. You weren't about to put up with that smell in the house.
>You tried to be positive about it. “Look Zeke, you're all clean now!”
>He just shot you a look that said “Clean dese fluffy nuts.”
>His mood improved a bit after more window-watching of his herd sleeping. 
>The runt seems to be doing fine. The mother hasn't shown any signs of rejection.
>Just to be safe, you took the baby inside again earlier today and resprayed him, much to his and his mother's chagrin.
>Simon tried to headbutt you when you brought the baby back.
>Considering he probably hurt himself more than he hurt you, you ignored it.
>Because the baby's eyes were open this time, Zeke hid behind your couch until you brought the runt back outside.
>With his siblings next to him for comparison, you can see that the runt is a little bit smaller than most babies. Not by a lot, but enough that it's noticeable. 
>He's also a lot clingier, nuzzling into his mother's fluff even when his siblings are playing.
>Given that he spent an hour being denied the motherly affection that babies need, you understand his reluctance to leave it now that he has it.
>The rest of the herd is doing fine.
>They ate all of the good grass awhile ago, and you've been providing them with food ever since.
>With instruction from Zeke, you feed them in the morning and at dinnertime. 
>Breakfast for them is usually warm oatmeal with a few pieces of fruit mixed in.
>They love it. You don't put any milk or sugar in it, but they enjoy it all the same.
>You suspect that fluffies have very few taste buds.
>That and this has to be leaps and bounds above what they'd have to eat in the wild.
>Even without their smarty friend, they're conscientious enough to not bicker over the fruit pieces.
>In fact, Simon usually makes sure every fluffy gets a fair amount.
>The mothers get a little extra, so they can get enough sugar inside them for milk.
>Or maybe they can detect Zeke watching them all, unseen, like a fluffy Eye of Sauron.
>In the evening, it's rice and veggies for them.
>You give them plenty of vegetables to eat at night.
>It's only fair, considering their feces is helping your garden grow.
>And grow it has. You've never seen your plants like this.
>That fluffy shit really works wonders in large amounts.
>You even bought a container to store excess poop for winter. At the rate that fluffies poop (which is a lot), you're set to have one motherfucker of a bountiful harvest.
>So far they've been very good about pooping only in the spot you told them to poop in. Aside from a few accidents and the babies. But hey, nobody's perfect. Especially fluffies.
>With such a healthy diet, the herd no longer looks disheveled and starving. Rather, they're much more energetic, and spend a lot of time playing and hugging. 
>When the mothers want some time to themselves, Simon always takes care of the babies, playing and running around with them.
>He's not so bad a guy, he just hates your guts. If the herd left tomorrow, he would doubtless be the new smarty friend.
>Another unicorn smarty friend. Like the world really needs more of those.
>Well, the alternative would be the other stallion in the group, a jet black fluffy with a grey mane. Ezekiel told you his name was Coal.
>He's big for a fluffy, even an earth fluffy such as himself. He wouldn't be smart enough to be a good smarty friend. He's not stupid, he's just an average fluffy. Protective, though. Occasionally you catch him walking along the part of the hill within sight of the backyard, looking for any threats.
>Aside from the mothers, stallions, and babies, the only remaining member of the herd is a young little mare, whose name is apparently Goldberry. 
>She has a bright yellow coat of fluff with a white mane. She spends most of her time either helping the mothers or wandering around looking for interesting things.
>With winter approaching, that mostly leaves the occasional dandelions that shows up in your yard.
>She picks them and presents them to the mothers, who squee with joy at the “pwetty fwowa!”
>Goldberry takes payment in praise and hugs.
>Adorable. Plus it keeps your yard weed-free.
>She seems to have a crush on Simon, too. She's always trying to nuzzle with him, and always lays down next to him for naps or nighttime sleep. 
>Simon seems happy for the attention, but it surprises you he hasn't tried to mate with her yet. Fluffies don't have a prolonged mating ritual, they just get down to it with very little hesitation.
>She's probably not old enough yet. Fluffies reach sexual maturity around 4 months of age, which by your guess is still another month away.
>Fluffy jailbait.
>Right now the other mother is trying to teach her foal how to eat grass with her slowly developing teeth.
>It's a slow process. It's the beginning of winter, and most of your grass is either dying or already eaten by the herd. 
>Well, she'll learn. Maybe she could start with something softer. They'll get their dinner in a few hours.
>You make a mental note to cook the rice a little longer tonight so it's extra soft.
>All things considered, you're a lot happier for adopting the herd. They give you a sense of responsibility, and though they're still a little apprehensive around you, they always make sure to thank you for feeding them.
>Goldberry will sometimes hug your leg when you bring meals.
>Simon definitely doesn't like that.
>So you make sure to give her a hug back, along with a generous belly rub.
>Oh man, the look on his face...
>Sometimes, hugs are all it takes.

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