Wapun Meadow I'[m] running out of all the ways to lie to myself
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a word had slipped past her teeth. 

of earth. the jester said, mouthline curved. born of hungry mother, wanting father. common as pebbles. don't bother. unimportant her paw dismissed the topic.

even if not leader you, she hopped atop the sheep, to be more level with his clearwater eyes. barn is below grown man. you tell that to chief, ja? tell chief, if nasty child can't learn respect, what of grown man?!

her maw in part open, enthused look in her eyes, one brow cocked with the other furrowed - looking for agreement.

until wool gave way under her meager mass, and she stumbler over to the other side of the kill.
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RE: I'[m] running out of all the ways to lie to myself - by Black Wing On The Wind - March 20, 2023, 10:02 AM