Felicia (
maidhem
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2025-05-17 12:07 pm (UTC)
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Daikon radishes could be a threat. They had the size and heft of a bludgeoning weapon. It was too messy for Felicia's taste, but if thrown...
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
She squeaked, and quickly offered her hand.
Too quickly.
The radish slipped out of her grasp, aimed right for the older man.
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
She squeaked, and quickly offered her hand.
Too quickly.
The radish slipped out of her grasp, aimed right for the older man.