Puddles and Whiskers, WDB Three Days Ago

Previously. Three days ago… As soon as he shuffled through front door looking pathetic and desperate in his disheveled tan wage slave outfit, messy short white hair, and unshaven face Puddles mentally nicknamed him Doctor Dan. No idea why, but nicknames for new people was a habit of hers. “I need your help to find …

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Puddles and Whiskers, Overwatch

Previously. Overwatch Ten-hours later… “Is everyone ready?” Whiskers asked. Puddles nodded, checking her pistol one last time. Chuck fiddled with the chip case and shook his head affirmative. “We’re ready,” Eth said over comms. Puddles smoothed her suit jacket out, “I hope this goes smoothly.” “So do I,” Chuck replied. “This does not look good,” …

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Puddles and Whiskers, Dinner Conversations Redux (means new stuff)

My shoulder is feeling better, which allowed me to add some new material to the last Puddles and Whiskers post. If the shoulder continues to mend, in other words if I don’t do anything to screw it up, stories will resume on Monday. Previously. Dinner Conversations Puddles watched Doctor Mill try to conceal his surprise …

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Puddles and Whiskers, Dinner Conversations

Previously. Dinner Conversations Puddles watched Doctor Mill try to conceal his surprise at the sight of them. “Not what you were expecting?” she asked as she sat down. Sitting down Doctor Mill, “I..I was…” “We get that all of the time,” Chuck said as he sat down, putting the case next to his chair. “CAH …

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