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Keras Background IIKera slowly opened her eyes. She twitched her back in pain from last night's whipping. The bloodstained shackles keeping her to her cell rattled. The sound of footsteps rushed towards her cell. "What was that, filth?!" A guard demanded. Kera shook her head, knowing any sound would result in a beating. The guard walked away, clearly showing Kera the bloody whip in his hand. Kera flinched, but went back to sleep.
The next morning wasn't any better. Bearing whip lash scars on her back told a torturous story. At least the prisoners were allowed to talk. "Hey, are you okay?" A cat girl named Keiko asked. Tears flowed down Kera's cheek. "I want to
Keras Background"A kitsune is behind all of this? A girl kitsune?!" The sheriff yelled. "Some filthy female fleabag couldn't have killed all my men, it's impossible!" The sheriff's partner shook his head. "It's hard to believe, I know. But it's true."The sheriff stormed to the back where his prisoner was held. She had white fox ears and tail with rainbow flamed spiralling up her arms and legs. Her dark blonde hair scattered in different directions over her headband. An ankh earring dangled down from her left ear and a lightning bolt scar shot up her right cheek. She smiled at the sheriff as he approached her. "You seem a little tense, sheriff. Is it because
Google's PrayerOur Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
Those Were the DaysVera’s car was there, no others, and Bert gave thanks for that. He saw her pressed against the driver’s seat of her minivan, the one they used to share, and remembered the day at the dealership fondly. She was pregnant with their first child and the dealer had rambled about the safety of the babe, as if they didn’t already know this. Bert shook his head and stumbled towards the vehicle, immediately regretting dragging her from bed this late.
When he slid inside the red van, Vera said nothing. They sat there in the deserted parking lot and listened to the humming of the motor. Finally, she glanced at him sideways, frustratio
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