I watch the news with worry. Oh, oh no! I run home, trying to get to you before the radiation kicks in, but it’s too late. I watch and feel as my human legs and ears become that of a goat’s I grow a bushy little goat tail and horns. I don’t mind any of my satyr features, but I know you will. I bite my fingers nervously as I knock on our apartment door.
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3Zoombacs
20/05/2024
FiendishFern
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20/05/2024
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