That was creepy. The Charmander was running circles around her Bulbasaur. Sincerely
-Professor Ironbark
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Through the mop of hair obscuring her vision, April’s hazel eyes locked on to the pokemon now sitting neatly and patiently by the door to her bedroom. She watched as Zane headed off down the road toward the Pokemon Lab, lost in thought and enjoying the warm sunshine on her face. A Ryhorn snoozing under the shade of an equally slumberous Exeggutor. I thought you wanted to settle your debt?” teased Zane as he began pacing around her like a predator circles it’s prey.
