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"Yes mother." you retorted dismissively to your gnollish traveling companion after being nagged about keeping camp clean for the Nth time.
At first you thought she was pissed with the way she was crossing her arms, but looking closer there was an unmistakable blush crossing her cheek and the soft patter of her tail slapping back and forth across the seat of her pants.
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