supermarket flowers / o, joining

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[I][b]you made me a
believer         

[B][I]HOPING MY FEELINGS THEY WOULD DROWN BUT, THEY NEVER DID, EVER LIVED, EBBING AND FLOWING

[div style="width:490px; margin-top:5px; text-align:justify; font-family: times; font-size:11.5px; color: black"]Making his own way over, the melanistic tiger would angle his ears forward deciding to just watch from the side with a blink of warm-coffee bean hued pools taking in the appearance of the dark pelted she-wolf. She seemed to be roughed up but he wouldn't know by whom so he blinked for a moment, he had never been to any different universes. The only memories that he had from his past was of being a leader, his own kids hating his guts, and meeting the "love" of his life if he was able to call Steve that. He would take a seat curling his striped tail around his large forepaws shedding only an ounce of concern in those usually warm brown eyes of his.