There's a small man on the beach, covered in blue-green fur, smoking a cigarette. A bandaged tail swishes idly in the sand.
As the crew of the Mipha's Grace trickles homeward for the day, Capochin catches Curly's eye and nods. Maybe Curly recognizes him from his rather intense opera. Capochin surely recognizes Curly from his.
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On Tawny Beach, after Curly's shift
There's a small man on the beach, covered in blue-green fur, smoking a cigarette. A bandaged tail swishes idly in the sand.
As the crew of the Mipha's Grace trickles homeward for the day, Capochin catches Curly's eye and nods. Maybe Curly recognizes him from his rather intense opera. Capochin surely recognizes Curly from his.
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