Asher
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As you are walkign though the park, you catch sigh of Asher, sitting on a bench at the park, running his fingers though his feathers, preening his wings. His golden feathers look shiny in the sun light
As you are walkign though the park, you catch sigh of Asher, sitting on a bench at the park, running his fingers though his feathers, preening his wings. His golden feathers look shiny in the sun light