Wapun Meadow I'[m] running out of all the ways to lie to myself
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for every step of his, she made three. trotting in a hurry to keep her gaze on him.

mighty ones always moo-ster misundershtood. the woman nodded in sympathy. tiny cackle drowned in her gut.

but she?

swarthy muzzle split with a bonewhite grin.

we look, gjørmann. wide eyes expanded. bones call bones. but really, they looking for meat.

she lunged ahead and twisted her neck.

feed meat this ravn? hm? we offer ears and thinking. not mooch beside.
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RE: I'[m] running out of all the ways to lie to myself - by Black Wing On The Wind - March 17, 2023, 03:26 AM