Wild Berry Meadow a golden crown

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The boy thrashes, and Rollo does not waver, his jaw locked around the tender flesh of the ego-manic teen is as unbreakable as his spirit, when called for it. Nothing escapes him, not the movement of the other nor the insolence of the younger. Rollo has him in prime position, and he knows this. It would be a foolish mistake to give it up, but yet again, he does not see the other accepting defeat without cause; it would take more than pain to bring him to his knees. So, Rollo tries once again to unbalance the boy, revving up and thrashing his head to the side and downwards in attempt to knock him off his feet, as if an invisible force was yanking him down to the earth. With all the weight of his mass does he do this, a force to be contended with as even though the boy is considerably bulked for his age, Rollo is bigger.

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