Sofie Niemann

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The voice came from near my feet, and I looked down to see a chubby calico cat at my side. It was my familiar, whom I hadn’t seen in months. Probably a year. “Poa? What are you doing here?” I felt a change. Like you grew a pair of ovaries and got your head out of your butt.
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