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TALES: The Three Few Part 1
Work was as quick as ever, but she didn’t mind terribly if it went slow. She didn’t dislike her job. How lucky was she to work at a printing company, especially considering she was a gryphon? A puffin, to be more exact. It was hard enough for her kind to find work as it were; the lack of any opposable thumbs tended to make most jobs more difficult, but she managed to make do. She was still far more marketable than those drakes who had to vanish for almost half the year to hide from the weather, and she knew that was a big leg up for her.
With the joyous laughter of her coworkers fading away already, she was nearly the last to make it out of the building. They gave their fond farewells for the day before departing, of course. There was still politeness to be had, but there was also the rest of the evening to explore. Puffy ignored the parking lot and unfurled her cooped up wings that were far too eager to be freed. She was a puffin, after all; a b