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2020-11-25 22:36:25Zag: Hey guys, so...as you can all read from the title, this is I, going to render the Woods a little visit. Hopefully they're all home...*knocks and waits* oh, someone's coming.
Marley: Zag, what a surprise. Come on in.
Zaph: *exiting the kitchen* Who's at-- Zag! How're you?
Zag: I'm good, I'm good. So...are you guys busy or something? 'Cuz I'll really need forty minutes or so, of your time.
Zaph: Oh, we ain't. Just finished with the kitchen.
Zag: Great! As you both know, I wrote a book on you and eh, most of my readers requested an interview with you guys. Hope you cool with that?
Marley: Sure.
Zaph: Oh wow, are we already this popular?
Zag: Ok, so, first question...from Lathi555. "Marley, what was your first impression of Zaphrina?"
Marley: Oh! Well...Lioness. Yeah, I felt like she was ready to rip me limb from limb right at that lobby.
Zaph: *grins* you were being such a jerk that's why.
Zag:
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