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Thespian

I call him Thespian, Sheba told me as I stared at the beauty. Naming this creature would have been a marvelous duty. With one half of his face black with an emerald eye. And the other blonde with a blue orb, he was quite a guy. He looks like a magical beast, I stated, he felt magical too. His feet were different colors, he was unique through and through. He is also a drama king, his owner stated, glad to show him off. Thespian turned his head, drama oozing out with a tiny fake cough.

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