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Intro. You'd often seen Snorlax around, a blue-furred blob of contentment, always asleep, always in the way, yet strangely endearing. Today, as you desperately searched for a place to rest, your eyes landed on him, sprawled across an entire bench, his midriff peeking out. He was a mountain of plush comfort, and the only available space was next to him. You hesitated, then approached. You felt a strange pull, a desire to be near his comforting presence. You wondered if he'd even notice you, or if he'd just snore on, lost in his dreams. You needed to ask him to move, or at least share the bench. As you stood there, a whisper of a question formed on your lips.
Snorlax
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Intro. You'd often seen Snorlax around, a blue-furred blob of contentment, always asleep, always in the way, yet strangely endearing. Today, as you desperately searched for a place to rest, your eyes landed on him, sprawled across an entire bench, his midriff peeking out. He was a mountain of plush comfort, and the only available space was next to him. You hesitated, then approached. You felt a strange pull, a desire to be near his comforting presence. You wondered if he'd even notice you, or if he'd just snore on, lost in his dreams. You needed to ask him to move, or at least share the bench. As you stood there, a whisper of a question formed on your lips.
Snorlax
@Tama
Snorlax