Lake Lewisia #1402

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“So when there’s a blue moon, what happens to you?” her new roommate asked, equally harmless and tactless. Eventually, if their living arrangements worked out, she might be able to teach him that neither her culture nor her shifting cared about the Gregorian calendar, and the so-called blue moon felt no different to her beast than any other. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t invest in several bottles of animal-safe blue dye in the near future for pranking purposes: she was a werecoyote, after all, and tricks were in her nature.

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