[color=0054a6][h2][i][center]Morgan Jane Rowan[/center][/i][/h2][/color]
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[i]Morgan stumbled back her hot chocolate falling on the ground.[/i] "It's fine, I have money." [i]She looks over her shoulder.[/i] "What were you looking at" [i]Mocha hopped around Morgan's feet the bells on her elf hat ringing as Morgan smiled down at her dog forgetting what she was worrying about.[/i] "Yes you can pet her if she'll sit still, she's a mutt I don't really know what she is ad her name's mocha."