Ariadne Karloff
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"Mr Creed?" "Mmmm...?" "There's a moose." "So...?" "There's a moose!" "Well, we're in Canada, and we're not even in the city..." "Mr Creed, there's a moose. In your garden." Victor sighs, stop reading his newspaper and goes to check. He doesn't inderstand why Birdy is so perplexed by a moose: they're in Canada, in the countryside, it's totally legit for a moose to be there. And so he goes to the window where the short blondie is standing, transfixed, and moves the curtains to…
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Winter was on them, snow falling and covering the world in white and silence. It was weird walking through a park after a job, still in costumes, but there was also something romantic about it. Mr Creed had put his jacket on her shoulders, and Birdy wasn't cold, probably because the size difference between them made the jacket look like a coat, arriving at her knees… it was also nice Mr Creed's penchant for inner furs, because it kept her extra warm, and in this weather she couldn't ask for more.…
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