Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy walked into the owlery and went up the twisty stairs. She stood, looking around Charletta in her cage, eventually she found the right perch, close enough to the window so Charletta could get light, but close enough to the floor so that she could stroke her easily, there you are girly, she murmered as she placed her onto the perch
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