TearsoftheWorld
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This thread is reserved for Ahren and myself.
Please enjoy.
Please enjoy.
Kathleen Vance walked out of the house wearing only her blue bathrobe and slippers, and she strolled over to the mailbox and flipped the lid down so she could reach in and grab the stack of white envelopes. She started to sort through them as she walked back to the house, separating the junk mail from the more important letters… name those that were addressed to her. “Junk,” Kat said as she continued to flip through the letters, though her curiosity was eventually piqued when she came across an envelope from Professional Photographer magazine. “Ooh. I got a let-let-letter. I got a let-let-letter.” Her green eyes widened with delight once she finally tore the letter open with one of her sharp claws and read the enclosed notation.
Opportunity
The pleasure of your company
Seminar
Offer
Quality work
"Holy shit," she said, then read it again just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Unable to contain her excitement, she carelessly dropped the other letters and raced into the living with her Golden Ticket. Her bushy tail swooshed back and forth behind her as she went to find her housemates to tell them the good news, and she either didn't notice or was too excited to care that her robe had started to slip a little, exposing a generous sampling of her cleavage.
"Evan! Evan you're not going to believe this! Evan! Evan! Evan! Evan!"
As soon as she found him she interrupted whatever he was working on to thrust out her letter so that he could read it.
"I got in! Can you believe it? They want me! ME! I can't... I need... I need to start packing. I've got to pack. Oh man, I can't believe it. Pinch me!"
Kat was practically jumping out of her fur, but somehow she managed to keep herself from bursting through the ceiling. She'd worked so hard to get to where she was, and even though she wasn't being called on by National Geographic, she considered this her first big step into the world of professional photography. Hell, the offer was from PPM... it couldn't have been more à propos. The young anthro raced upstairs to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. She slipped out of her robe and got dressed, throwing on a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top before she started to dig around in her closet for her suitcase.
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