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“I can do this.” Standing by the front door, a small white bun with a hint of pink hue in his fur stood in wait with a basket by his side as it sat on the snowy ground. The bun shivered in the cold and wrapped his long fluffy ears around his neck. He took a deep breath, and eagerly knocked on his neighbour’s house, hoping the other bun was home on this cold winter night. The bun trembled and pouted as he waited, watching the snow fall onto his fur, continuing to slowly pile up....

“Lakehouse how in the fuck.”  Lakehouse’s arms come up then back down in a jerky, uncomfortable shrug. They look more distressed than Agnes has ever seen them, neck fluff tangled in the dark green vines and needles of a half-finished wreath. Their entire head and one arm have been shoved through the center of it, and they wobbl...

His tail twitched. He watched as Hart twisted together plants in an intricate circle. It wasn’t the first one he’d woven together today. No. It was the third. The previous two had already been hung on the front door and the wall in the kitchen. “Do you want to try to make one?” Hart asked him. Judah frowned—more than he already did. “No.” Cutsie things like that weren’t for him. He’d never done them, nor did he have the desire to do so. He upturne...