Rabbits in the Garden
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- Parts 12
Ongoing1h 53m
Last published Thu, Dec 5, 2024
This comfy and queer romance story is probably best read as it was written, curled up with a cup of tea, a nice candle, and the sound of passing rain-
A gloomy shopkeep with an insatiable love for music stumbles into an unlikely friendship with his new neighbor, a self-proclaimed crossdresser and avid gardener. When the relationship gets closer than expected, a revelation leaves both men questioning what they want-
Come take a sit in the garden, smell the roses, and if you're lucky, you might chance to hear violin.
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