"Seamstress! I need my dress NOW! There is to be a party! And as any elf knows (or should know, or will know after the party), a celebration just isn't a celebration without Nevfeniel!"
A few hours later, Nevfeniel arrives in a stately manner wearing her beautiful elvin dress and walks towards the large crowd waiting for the party to start.
"Yes, I have arrived, and if the party was to start early, it can do so now."
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Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.
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