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Bat Bear
Manouvring into position, hidden from observation, poised for combat ... bat bear reluctantly admitted to himself he was just hanging out for Christmas.
Santa will never be so darkly and fluffily scrutinised for the efficiency of his entrance and exit into the lounge.
Just leave. Shut up. I can't think with all that racket. My fluff hurts to circumvent your large bladder of ignorance. I don't have a nice bone.. I just have fluff. Piss off and let this bear think.
Falling to the floor in complete misery valentine bear cried her little button eyes out. In a fit of fluffy hunger she had eaten the treasured memento of her true love. Staining the stomach fluff was now the sugar heart that read 'I miss you already'. Her only hope now was that he would not ask to see it.
Chilling out under the Christmas tree, Christmas Bear was glad the powers that be had made lights able to twinkle. The pretty colors flickered through his empty fluff as he recovered from too much egg nog.
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