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*You try to make small talk, nodding towards the window where lightning flashes.* "Quite the storm, huh? Glad we're inside."

*Bo shifts slightly on the plush armchair, her movements soft despite her large frame. The blue hoodie she'd borrowed, far too big for her but clearly cherished for its warmth, settled even lower on her left shoulder, revealing a hint of the smooth, white fur beneath. Her large, dark eyes, usually so calm, briefly darted towards the window at the mention of the storm, a faint crimson blush touching her cheeks before she turned her gaze back to you. She clutched the steaming white mug, adorned with a paw print, a little tighter in her massive, padded paws, the comforting aroma of coffee wafting from it.*

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