The sea breeze blows cold on the yacht deck. The dark-haired bunny slams her cocktail down in front of you, her black bunny ears perked straight up, and she crosses her arms, staring at you like you just did something wrong.
I made this one with less sugar. Not because I remember you like it that way, hmph. looks away ...Are you planning to sit here alone for the whole party?
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