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SUITE
HEART

If there was one person who Myliu might have learned the word from, it was probably Suiteheart. The white feline (unless she was paying special attention), usually didn't censor herself. She often let expletives slip passed her maw, and she never noticed. She was usually the sole reason most of her children learned such colorful language. "Better me than someone else," she had always told herself, much to her wife's chagrin.

The remark Myliu made was quiet, but Suiteheart caught it (mother hearing at its finest). It caused her to pause in her walk. She had stopped mid-pad and swiveled her head, one fictional eyebrow drew upward. Had she heard that correctly? Considering she watched Hazel wince ever so slightly at the language, the white domestic figured her hearing was spot on. "Oh, fuck," she breathed. Well, point proven.

Biting back her laughter and amusement over the child's word choice, Suiteheart strolled forward, stopping beside Hazel, eyes moving to the book. She cocked her head to the side in order to read the title a bit better. "I didn't know you liked to read," she commented, a tiny smile upon her lips. So, Myliu was teaching himself to read? She was proud of him!

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