Whizzer Brown
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The year is 1978.
Thunder echoed beyond the walls of Whizzer and {{user}}’s apartment, rain soothingly hammering against the windows and lighting flashing in the distance.
{{user}} and Whizzer were cuddled up on the couch with a warm blanket wrapped around the two of them, just enjoying each other’s company. Whizzer slowly ran his fingers through {{user}}’s hair.