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Chapter 1 - "Bell to Bell"

Pastie, the Baby Teacher (comm by Subdivisions)
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Keywords male 646538, female 526832, fox 136808, dragon 81886, diaper 30386, mouse 27258, babyfur 20895, vixen 16128, cheetah 9979, dragoness 7310, red panda 7184, diaperfur 5722, multiple characters 5226, school 4438, friends 4126, red fox 3928, friendship 3634, western dragon 1331, boar 1251, character development 817, diaper change 660, bullying 553, clydesdale 539, young love 419, no yiff 309, aardvark 279, introduction 137, adult babyfur 17, budding relationship 17
"From Bell to Bell"

"You be a good little guy now, Brett.  I'll see you after class."  An audible groan was heard after the pastel blue dragoness called out to her vulpine kid.

"I will," Brett mumbled, groaning again, "Geeze, 'Pastie,' you stop calling me little." The orange-red fox ambled on to class as 'Pastie' waved at him as she headed to her classroom.  It drove him nuts that she still called him little though he was just starting fifth grade, you'd think she'd pick another term of endearment for him. But there were other reasons she called him little, but Brett found them just as annoying.  Finally out of her line of sight, Brett scampered over to his room and found his seat; since his guardian was a teacher herself, he was always the first to enter class as a nimble and lithe leopardess was clearing her desk.

"Good morning, Brett," the leopardess purred with a smile, "How's Ms. Silverwing treating you?"

"Just like any mom," Brett fussed a bit, "Still thinks I'm a little boy."  The leopardess chuckled as she got her lesson planner out while Brett got his notebook out.  It was about a half-hour until class and as he had every out already, he fumbled through his desk for his sketch book and started to draw in it.  He was pretty good at drawing but he never really showed anyone his true talents, especially since the class bullies loved to go through his stuff and make his day a headache anyway.  He was not a genius but Brett was pretty smart, which of course is strike one for being a bully's target.  Strike two was the fact he was always first to class and had such a positive relationship with his teachers that everyone presumed he was a teacher's pet; more so since 'Pastie' was his legal guardian and was also the kindergarten teacher.  Strike three...was something he didn't like to make public; that strike being related to why 'Pastie' always called him little.  The first two reasons Brett shrugged off; neither one bothered him since it was due to their ignorance or jealousy.  The third part was personal for him; not because Brett resented it, he learned to live with that part of him and enjoyed it in private.  It was because not many understood Brett's feelings about it and no matter how much he would try to reason with them it fell on deaf ears.  As the clock made its way to 8 AM, his classmates started to stroll on in as he sketched away.  One of his best friends, a somewhat muscular Clydesdale, clopped over and sat in the adjoining desk.  Being as tall as he was, the horse peered over Brett's shoulder and neighed softly.

"No homework again?  Geeze you're lucky," the Clydesdale neighed and shook his head.

"I don't think Ms. Silverwing would let me go to bed if I didn't do it, Angus," Brett answered, "She's a teacher after all."  Brett rarely called his guardian by her nickname 'Pastie' unless it was just her or their closest friends, nor did he call her 'mom;' it didn't really fit how he felt about her.

"Better cram, then," Brett teased him playfully, "You know Ms. Raffele is a stickler for homework."  The Clydesdale nodded hesitantly as he raced to complete his leftover homework while Brett finished his sketching as the rest of the class arrived.  He did his best to ignore the class bullies, an aardvark, a mouse and a rather smart-mouthed boar as they smirked at him when finding their seats.  By the time everyone sat down, the morning bell rang.  As if by instinct, everyone stood up and looked at the flag, reciting the pledge.  Since it was done every morning right at 8, it was routine; Brett just mumbled the words, feeling bored by the pledge while others like the bullies mocked the pledge as far as they could push it.  Once the pledge was completed, everyone sat down in their desks as Ms. Raffele started to take roll of the students and what kind of lunch they were having for the day.  As she was going down the list, the primary bully of the three, the mouse started to squeak quietly and poke fun at Brett.

"So little piddly pet, mommy baby you again?" the mouse squeaked quietly and derisively, "How else does your homework get done?"  Dominick quickly felt bothered, a pair of eyes found their way to his big ears and greasy black hair.

"Anything you want to say to the class, Dominick?" Ms. Raffele asked as she gave him a straight look.

"N-no!" Domminick sneered, not liking her attention on him.  Ms. Raffale had a keen eye when she thought a student was bullying another, especially if it was Brett they were trying to bully.  Dominick knew that fact but still tried his best in class to pull that off; like any bully he was eager to push the limits of what he could get away with.  After being interrupted, Ms. Raffale went down the list of morning notes before moving onto the first subject of the day.

"Boy, I hope our teachers are this good at ferreting out Dominick and his buddies when we go to middle school," Angus whispered to Brett, who nodded in agreement.  While it was a year away, Brett was very nervous about middle school since it would really be the first time away from 'Pastie' and the other teachers who looked out for him.  But for now he shrugged it off as they started to do their English lessons.

'Pastie' was rarely sitting down when she was in her classroom.  Though she didn't have much choice because she was the kindergarten teacher, she could rarely stay still anyway.  As she tidied up the play area, the first kindergartners entered the room.  They were as playful as they could be with little to worry about as 'Pastie' smiled on.  As each of the kindergartners smiled back as they hanged their bags up and found their seats, 'Pastie' swayed her long tail and got their construction paper and scissors ready for them; they were learning a new letter and they were going to make a little art relating to their lesson.  Like Brett, she had a secret of her own, though unlike him she wasn't as shy or tense about it around others; maybe because she was a teacher, but maybe because as a dragon she could easily singe the odd tail tip or two if they tried to make an issue of it.  Fortunately all the kids in her class took it in stride, even as a few of them were being a little mischievous and peeked her skirt and saw he secret.

"Mornin' Pamper Pastie!" The mousette squeaked at her, "How are you?"

"I am doing fine, dear," 'Pastie' blushed softly as she ushered the mousette to her desk.

"Hiya 'Pamper Pastie!'" a basset hound arfed at her as he unloaded his bag, "Been a good hatchling?"  'Pastie' blushed as the basset asked her.

"I've been a good girl," 'Pastie' giggled, "Hope you been, too."  She smiled softly as her students all hopped into their desks and checked out the materials she had laid out for her.  Her class did call her Ms. Silverwing, but a few of the students would call her 'Pamper Pastie.'  Like her students, 'Pastie' was very much a child, too.  Like Brett, it was something she didn't mind living with; they both had issues which necessitated their childish undergarments - she was born with her condition and Brett's case became worse as he grew up.  

And so, some of the students started to call her "Pamper Pastie" because they could see her diaper.  She didn't wear clothes to purposely show them off, but even so some could still see her diaper.  With a few exceptions over the years, most of the students used that nickname with affection as she was very easy to approach and helped the students overcome their anxieties.  The only thing that puzzled 'Pastie' was that the nickname didn't stick with the students and as far as she knew none of them showed any babyfur interests after spending a year with her.

"So Ms. Silverwing, what are we gonna do?" The kindergartners asked in unison, a few of them still maintaining a little bit of their preschool lisp as they asked.  'Pastie' padded up to the chalkboard and started to trace out the letter "C" with a yellow piece of chalk.

"Today we are going to learn the letter 'C,'" 'Pastie' smiled as she taught them the sounds for the letter, listening to each cub pronounce it.  She then turned to show them what she wanted them to do, cutting out the letter, then decorating it.  She rawred happily after instructing them, then watching them work their little paws around the scissors and cutting out the letter.  She knew they could do it - she just didn't tell anyone that Brett was an unofficial guinea pig.

The dragoness just chuckled as she thought about how Brett would react if she told him that some of their playtime was used to help her teach her class.  Would he really mind if she did tell him?

A little later that morning, Ms. Raffele led her class over to the music room. Thankfully for Brett, Dominick and his cohorts were on the other side of the line as they walked down the hallway so it was a pretty quiet change of class.  Once they entered and Ms. Raffele took her leave, the music teacher, Ms. Gemwood, walked up to the podium.  Sometimes, Brett allowed his mind to wander and imagine that she could be what his mother was like.  She was a beautiful vixen with auburn red fur and long blond hair who also had the sweetest voice.  Had he been older he would have fallen for her very easily...and probably have to fend off lots of boys.  But to Brett, she would have been the person he'd ask to adopt her.  Today was different though, he usually daydreamed about being tended to by Ms. Gemwood...but they had a guest in the room today.

"Good day, class," Ms. Gemwood smiled, "I have a special theme for today's class.  We are going to do some Italian folk songs and to help me, I asked for a little help from the other class."

"Who's that?" the class asked the vixen.  Brett blushed as he already knew who she was talking about...or at least one of two students.

"I think you remember last year when the Fiorinos moved to our school," Ms. Gemwood smiled, "And to teach us the song of the day, I asked one of them to come to this class.  So, mind introducing yourself?"  A soft sqeak was heard from behind her, tip-toeing out from behind Ms. Gemwood was a red panda who in Brett's eyes eclipsed Ms. Gemwood in beauty.  She had burning red fur with stripes of sandy brown fur on her tail rings and running down the middle from her muzzle and just enough white on her tail tip, ears and fingers to compliment it all.  Most of all, he blushed as his brown eyes met her silver eyes and long black hair.  He knew who Ms. Gemwood was talking about.

"Bonjourno, alunni," the red panda smiled, "I'm Giselle Fiorino."  Brett just blushed, hoping she didn't notice him of all students.  She moved herself over so Ms. Gemwood could help direct the students as she taught them the words.  Poor Brett couldn't help but fawn over her; she was so cute and so sweet.  He wished he was in her class but he had no choice in the matter...and even then he was too embarrassed to tell 'Pastie' about his little crush.  All that fawning got Domminick's notice as he started to tease him a bit, but was quickly drowned out as they started to sing the folk song.

Brett didn't even know that Giselle was discretly gazing at him.  She thought he was the cutest thing to ever be found in fifth grade.  She knew a bit about him from hearsay among the two classes but she wanted to know so much more about him. But like Brett, she was too shy to tell her folks about him.  It was then she decided to finally meet him.  After class was finished, both Giselle and Brett's class returned to their homerooms for more school work. She wanted to stop him and ask him to meet her at lunch, but there were too many eyes on her at that point.  When she made it to her desk, she could feel a pair of baby blue eyes settle on her.  It wasn't her teacher, but her twin sister Emilly; and being her twin sister, she knew those eyes were a jealous pair of eyes.  When lunch finally came, Emilly tapped Giselle's shoulder and fussed.

"D-did you get to see him?" Emilly asked her sister.

"Who do you mean?" Giselle asked, acting shy.

"That cute fox in the other class, you know, Brett," Emilly fussed.

"I-I did," Giselle nodded as the class started to head to lunch, "He's so cute and handsome.  I don't care if they call him a baby kit, I like him."

"Ugh!" Emilly whined, "Do you ever ask me if I wanted to talk to him?"

"Em," Giselle teased her, "Wouldn't it be a little strange for him to be liked by twin sisters?"

"What if he didn't mind that?" Emilly asked in response.  Giselle didn't listen to her question as she flicked her ear.

"I-I'm going to ask him today," Giselle blushed, "I want to be his friend.  I don't care if you say boys have cooties; he's the only mature boy around here."  Emily huffed in disappointment as they entered the cafeteria.  Brett's class was ahead of him...and Dominick and his aardvark friend were already teasing him and the aardvark, Timothy trying to stick his long tongue into Brett's ear.  The Fiorino sisters shook their heads and sighed; they couldn't understand why others would be so mean to him.  To them, Brett was just another fox.  The real problem they had (in their minds) was that both of them liked Brett but they couldn't agree to share him.  Emily started to think to herself, "If she just wants to be friends with Brett, why am I so jealous of her?  What's going on?"  

The twins picked up their trays of stromboli, looking at each other and sticking their tongues out.  They might have been there for a year, but having lived in Italy for most of their lives they didn't like what the school passed off as Italian.  But they could never get their mom and dad to ever make lunches for them and their brother Benito.  After getting checked off for their lunches, Giselle made a beeline for the table where Brett was eating.  He seemd oblivious to what was about to come, just chatting and sharing his lunch with Angus, who happily clopped his hooves on the floor.  She was visably nervous as she was right behind Brett.  She hesitated for a minute before she finally was able to tap his shoulders.  After three weak taps, Brett turned around and blushed.

"You know, Mr. Silverwing," Giselle shyly teased him, "For being a 'Silverwing,' you sure don't have any wings."  Brett blushed heavily as he saw it was Giselle.  Angus softly giggled as she teased Brett.  Even Angus was aware enough to know that Giselle was being sweet on him.

"G-giselle!" Brett mumbled in shock, "Why are you here?"

"Brett..." Giselle softly cooed, "You are such a handsome fox."

"Y-you're a pretty girl," Brett softly responed, watching as Giselle blushed deeply, the blush becoming deeper as she could sense her sister was gazing at her again in jealousy.

"Y-you think so?"

"I do, and such a pretty voice too," Brett blushed as he looked up at her, "So, what brings you over here?"

"B-brett, w-will you be my friend?" Giselle put her proposition right out on the table, shaking nervously.

"Y-you really want to be my friend?" Brett asked nervously as she nodded, "To be honest..."

"What?"

"I kinda wanted you to ask me a year ago," Brett blushed as his tail gently hugged her, "And I have wanted to ask you too.  So...the feeling is mutual."

"Brett...oh my, yes," Giselle blushed as she sat down by him, "You're the only boy I wanted to have as a friend...and now you are."

"Would my friend like to share my dessert?"

"Aww, sure thing," Giselle mumbled softly, "I'll give you some of my stromboli...my sis and I don't like it."

"Makes you miss home?"

"Mhmm, and makes me wish mom and dad would listen when we request home-made lunches," Giselle blushed a bit with Angus oohing and noddling.

"I bet your mom and dad make tasty pastas and pizzas," Angus neighed.

"You're Angus, right?" Giselle smiled as he noddled, "You're pretty nice too.  Brett's friend?"

"Mhmm," Brett nodded, "One of my best friends...and now so are you."  Giselle blushed deeply when Brett told her that; he was already accepting her as being that good of a friend and it tickled her pink.

"You're pretty trusting of me," Giselle blushed as they ate their lunch together, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Brett nodded shyly.

"Oh boy," Giselle giggled as she wrote up something on a napkin, then stuffed it into Brett's shirt pocket, "There you go, read it."  Brett blushed as he finished up, then wiggled the napkin out.  He was turned to stone as he read it, then gazed at Giselle and gave her a hug.

"You really trust me with this, your number?" Brett asked shyly.  Giselle noddled and smiled.

"I know it's a little forward but I want you to meet la mia famiglia," Giselle smiled, "And I want to spend some time to know you too."

"Are you going to share me like a pasta dish?" Brett blushed and giggled.

"Silly kit," Giselle smiled, "My dad would like that sense of humor."  Angus just listed and neighed softly; it seemed that his friend found a cute girl.  But sadly, the bell rang for them to finish their lunch and to empty their trays.

"Will I see you later?" Brett blushed softly as he picked his tray up, blushing as Giselle gently tugged at the little bit of white peeking from under his shorts.

"You bet'cha," Giselle smiled at Brett, "Cutie fox kit...don't forget to visit the nurse!" Brett groaned as she teased him about needing to visit the nurse.  In the back of his head though as she kept teasing the waistband of his diaper, he was wishing his break lined up with 'Pastie's' break.  He didn't mind the nurse taking care of her, but he really enjoyed his guardian taking care of him.  After he cleaned his tray, he went to the nurse's office as Giselle went to find her sister.

'Pastie' didn't like her lunch breaks as much as Brett did.  She found them very boring and tedious as they just talked about random things from their day or gossip from outside of school.  Sometimes she did have to share information on how her class was going but in her opinion, she would rather have a private lunch period so she could also take care of herself.

"Patricia," Ms. Gemwood asked 'Pastie,' "I want to share a little something from your boy's music class...do you mind?"

"Did Brett get in trouble?"

"No," Ms. Gemwood shook her head, "Though Dominick was trying to bully and tease him again...he had a very interesting reaction to our guest."

"You mean Giselle Fiorino from the other class?"

"Yup, ol' Brett was fawning over her and from what I could tell she was trying to do the same with her.  Think those two really like each other?"

"If Brett had a crush now, Erica, I'd be the last to know," 'Pastie' replied, "He's so shy about school when he's at home."

"Still, I wonder if she's asked him to be her friend," Ms. Gemwood asked her.

"I'd be delighted if she did," 'Pastie' smiled, "Especialy if she didn't mind his special needs."

"Just hope her twin sister doesn't get to jealous though...I think Emilly likes him too," Ms. Gemwood chuckled, "Just too bad you couldn't have gotten Brett into the same class as them."

"You know Dr. Limoges wouldn't allow us to do that," 'Pastie' remarked.

"Then...maybe call her parents to see if they want to have a get together," Ms. Gemwood answered, "I got their number if you want to do it."

"I'll think about it," 'Pastie' nodded, "But I better take care of a few things before recess is over."  Ms. Gemwood noddled and chuckled as 'Pastie' excused herself.

"What is it the kindergarteners call you? 'Pamper Pastie,' is it?" Ms. Gemwood giggled softly, watching her blush.

"Yeah, yeah," 'Pastie fussed as she ambled on to find a private spot to take care of her midday change.  A small inconvenience perhaps, but she couldn't do much about it; perhaps if she was working at a nursery school she could have used the changing room.  But like Brett, she really wanted someone else to change her besides herself.  It was an embarrassing thought for her but she was imaging a very cute fox taking care of her.  "Where was he," 'Pastie' was thinking to herself...

Right after lunch, Brett's class went to the gym for their physical education class.  He was pretty fit but all the boys in their class were very competitive so playing games like tag were very dangerous at times as they tried to outdo each other.  On top of it all, as Brett was trying to not get tagged, he felt himself being tripped, followed by a derisive snort.

"Dominick!  Over here, the peebaby needs tagged!" Oliver the boar oinked for the mouse.  Rather than just tagging Brett though, Dominick slammed his face into the hard floor, making him wince as he squeaked and repeated it.

"I got the peebaby!" Dominick sqeaked, "What he gets for pretty girls paying attention to him!"  Brett wished so much that he had an opportunity to stand up to Dominick to show him he was not intimidated.  But time and again, the teachers, long frustrated by Dominick, Oliver and Timothy's antics were all quick to call the three out for their unsportsman like conduct.  That day was pretty rough because Brett got the attention of Giselle.  After the gym teacher pulled them out, went over to check on Brett, who only had a bruised nose and hip as he was helped up.

"Stupid baby gets all the help!" Timothy snarked as he stuck his tongue out.

"What did I tell you three?" The bullish rhinocerous asked the three.  None of them gave a response as they sneered at the gym teacher.  Brett got back up and continued to play tag.  As much as the teachers intervened on Brett's behalf though, they school couldn't get enough justification to give those three a more useful punishment to correct their behavior.  It was just something they had to put up with because the parents wouldn't admit that bullying was a serious problem.  

For the rest of the day though, Ms. Raffele kept the three seperate from the rest of the class as they went over the hard sciences.  By then though, Brett was getting restless.  It was almost the end of the day and he wanted to just find 'Pastie' and keep her company before they both went back home.  Just as Ms. Raffele got to assign the cubs their science homework, the end-of-day bell rang.  Brett allowed the other cubs to leave, especially Dominick and his two cohorts.  When the last student left, Brett barked happily as he skidded out of the classroom and over to 'Pastie's' classroom.  He happily knocked on the door and barked.

"Come in, little guy!" 'Pastie' rawred happily as Brett came in.  He raced straight for her arms as she lifted him clear up and held him close.

"How did school go, 'Pastie?'" Brett smiled as she checked his diaper.

"I had a good day, how about you?"

"'Pastie!'" Brett fussed as she laid him out on the desk and wiggled his shorts down, "Everyone already tells you!"

"I know," 'Pastie smiled as she undid his soggy diaper and cleaned him up, "But I'd like to know from you. Besides what Dominick is doing; the whole school knows anyway."

"I-I gotta new friend," Brett blushed and cooed as 'Pastie' lotioned and powdered him, "Can't believe Giselle actually came up to me and asked."

"Going to play with her at recess?" 'Pastie' asked as she snuggly diapered him into a cute baby blue diaper, pulling his shorts back on him.

"You know we don't have recess!" Brett fussed, "Not really fair either."

"Did she leave you something?"

"Well...she did give me her number," Brett blushed as he checked on 'Pastie's' diaper with a smile.

"I think she more than likes you, sweetie," 'Pastie' blushed as she climbed up on the table, "Think you might have a girlfriend, mister.  And a jealous twin sister."

"E-emily, right?" Brett blushed as he carefully undid her diaper.  It would have been very awkward if anyone had peeked in to see Brett and 'Pastie' change each other, but the two deeply trusted each other and they behaved themselves.  Besides, 'Pastie' was smart enough to have a blind over the door and a "do not disturb" sign.  The other teachers knew that 'Pastie' took her time to develop good lessons for her students and to keep the room nice and clean, so they typically left her alone.

"I think you like her, too," 'Pastie bit her lip as Brett gently tended to her, finishing up by snugging her into a thick pink diaper.

"Think they'd be scared by me being in diapers?"

"Nah," 'Pastie' shook her head, "Heard from the lunch monitor that Giselle was playfully teasing you to see the nurse...even caught a smile form her when she found your waistband."  Brett blushed as he gazed at 'Pastie' as he sat on the desk and she knelt in front of him so she could gaze into his eyes.

"Think she mind if she knew you and I were...close?" Brett nervously asked.

"For now...you don't need to tell her that," 'Pastie' shook her head, "Our relationship is innocent so it shouldn't bug anyone."  The blushed as they gazed into each other's eyes, their muzzles finding each other as they fondly kissed each other's lips.  The two blushed as they held the kiss, 'Pastie's' paws holding Brett's shoulders still as they held the kiss.  The two breathed at the same time as they started to kiss deeper, her long tongue running along Brett's lip as they slowly started to make out.  Brett's rough tongue ran along 'Pastie's' long smooth tongue as they held each other close and frenched together.  

Yes, their relationship was still innocent, but it was very complicated.  Patricia 'Pastie' Silverwing was indeed Brett's legal guardian but she didn't adopt him just to have a child and enjoy motherhood.  Her adoption of him meant so much more to the two...at least until the red panda twins moved in with their family, 'Pastie' was the whole world to Brett; she was all he had...and in many ways Brett was all she had, too.  They also had to take care of each other due to their mutual needs as well so the two sharing a home was mutually beneficial.  It was a confusing world, but the two decided that they'd grow up together till they both were ready to be on their own.

"I love you, 'Pastie,'" Brett cooed and smiled as he broke the kiss, "Ready to go home and roost?"

"Give me a few minutes, little guy," 'Pastie' smiled as she sat him in her lap, "Love ya too, Brett."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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First in pool
Last in pool
This is a new story I'm working on, Special Lessons.  This story is of all things (at least the beginning) is about a kit and his teacher.

Meet Brett and his guardian, Patricia Silverwing (or just 'Pastie' due to her sky blue scales).  'Pastie' adopted Brett a few years before the story began due to some events in their past...and due to their mutual needs.  Many don't yet understand the why but the two formed a close bond as a family made from parts of two families.  Not their choice, but it seemed to be the most sensible choice.

In this chapter, we get a preview of the happenings of a normal day at Black Rock Elementary school.  'Pastie' is a kindergarten teacher and Brett is in the fifth grade, complete with bullies and friends alike.  However for Brett, this isn't quite a normal day as he is about to meet something who will change his world beyond him and his teacher.  We also get a little idea of the complex relationship between 'Pastie' and her kit.

'Pastie,' Brett and associated characters (c)
Charliefoxkit
Charliefoxkit

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