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Lucy

Not a specific favorite, but it'll do.

Lucy.
Blond hair
left untamed.

She prowls,
looking for
her next victim.

Seeing her,
she pounces,
calling out, 'Onii-chan! '

And suddenly,
I'm caught
in my friends warm embrace.

'Oyaho! '
And we walk together
towards our packs' den.

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