It was a cool cloudless night. The red rabbit walking down the road, whistling to himself, enjoying his nightly stroll. The male held his head up high, admiring the moon. Smiling at the bright light, reflecting on his red fur.
U и ℓ o c κ ε ∂.
Dood, we're cute. Now come in. We have cookies. >D
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