Bridges To Cross

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(June pov)

          It is certainly not I who kidnapped my beloved Peanut. I suspect Gretta to be the culprit. It could only be her. I suppose we'll have to work together if I wish to see my dear Peanut again. 

           I turn to face my animal friends and look at each of them somberly. By the look on Gretta's furry snout, I could tell that she was distraught. There was pain hidden beneath those hazel eyes. I had a hard time reading her expression. An array of emotions crossed her delicate animalistic features. Emotions to conflicted to understand. But I did see one thing. Hatred. And it was directed towards me.

          I had to say something.

 "Gretta, care to share your thoughts?" 

         "Oh June, if only you could begin to comprehend my thoughts." Gretta snorted. "You're just a weak, pathetic little girl, just like your mother. You'll never know anything at all." She sneered. I rolled up my sleeves.

and then they fucked.

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