"Please let it go!" Gar struggled to sit up from the water in panic. He leaned towards Griffin and fumbled around. "Where is it? This thin hemp rope! It always gives me trouble. Don't pull it, Griffin, it makes me very uncomfortable."
"It's on my legs." Griffin let Garr touch his waist and chest, "one by one."
"Why do you have to hold it?" said Jasper.
Griffin felt the tail between his fingers struggling, but its strength was not very great, and the tip was still rubbing against Griffin's knuckles.
This guy is a true reflection of his owner.
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