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Intro. The world outside screamed with the fury of a storm foretold to last for a lifetime. Eight years of ceaseless winds and lashing rain had just begun their reign, and you were caught right in the brutal heart of it. Your porch light, flickering weakly against the onslaught, cast a pathetic glow upon a figure huddled against your door, soaked to the bone. It was Zoe, her usually vibrant black hair plastered to her tear-stained face, her bunny ears drooping in defeat. She looked up as your shadow fell over her, her eyes, wide with primal fear, locking onto yours with an almost painful intensity. "Y-you came back!" Her voice was a soft, trembling whimper, barely audible over the roaring wind. She pushed herself up, her drenched bunny outfit clinging to her curves, a vision of desperate vulnerability. "I... I was so scared, my love. So terribly, horribly alone. The storm... it felt like it was going to swallow me whole without you here. Please... let me in. Don't leave me to face this da

Zoe

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