rubberpupthoughts: The Suit Makes the Pup The creak of a metal door snaps you out of a trance. You shake your head and try to remember how you got here, locked in a kennel. You remember going to a leather bar. Someone catches your eye across the dance

rubberpupthoughts: The Suit Makes the Pup The creak of a metal door snaps you out of a trance. You shake your head and try to remember how you got here, locked in a kennel. You remember going to a leather bar. Someone catches your eye across the dance

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