I SEE FIRE // OPEN, BONFIRE

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Smoke and fire. When was the last time Suiteheart had smelled and seen that? It had to have been over a year ago when Margaery's garden burned to a crisp. The memory was a sad one, and it was especially painful as Margy had almost been consumed by the fire herself. The smoke had damaged her wife immensely, which made her breathing awful. Needless to say, she would have been somewhat worried about this had she not remember the weekly tasks.

"I gotta say, Roy, this is pretty nice!" The white femme smiled as she padded over to the trio. It was a sweet, little campfire. It was perfect, she noted, as the sun was creeping downward. This was peaceful.
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