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Happiness
A few lines of happiness. |
| Fluffy bunnies. A field of grass. They hop in mass, a white crested wave rolling across the plain. Cotton tails twitch, fluff falls and coats the ground. Away they move to spread their happiness elsewhere. The cuddly invaders rise again. |