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The soft sounds of snoring break. Typhoon sits up and locks his gaze on his next target. Who is in his sights?
Hu-Dad worked with the soft sounds of snoring in the background, a tranquil rhythm of no interruption. Then a snore stopped. Typhoon sat up. Looked around the room. Locked his gaze. Hu-Dad asked, who you looking at? Who do you think Typhoon picked?
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I am wondering about that question! It could of course be Roscoe P OR HU-Dad!!!
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