lookin’ for a belly rub…

lookin’ for a belly rub…

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what a flirt. hobbes offers that tummy so often, but it comes with a price. the only way i know when i have to stop is when i remove his retractable, Wolverine-type claws from my bloody, punctured flesh.

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