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he came and stole the wild
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"I love it," Rannoch replied without reflection, "There's just something about it that I can't really place my paw on— I dunno, almost like I was made for it. Or something." He shrugged then, as he realized how garbled his self-evaluation had sounded. 

He cleared his throat suddenly and glanced away; this wasn't awkward. Not at all. 

"Anyways, would you be up for picking up the pace?" Talking about Sunspire made Rannoch suddenly anxious to get home, and She-Ra seemed to have vanished into thin air. When Bronte agreed, the two men fell into silence and broke into a light jog; they would arrive at Sunspire late that same night.
a crime so old as the sky and bone
he came untied, solid as a stone
all is almost lost and it starts to show