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The younger of the two girls lay there, like a lump of coal, for a moment after the tumble with her sister. Basic as her cognitive functions were, she was confused as to what had gotten in her way. She had been searching for her mother's teat...the teat had never knocked her over like that before. Had Fox suddenly grown boxing nips? A moment later, she sensed her mother's presence as Fox's scent washed over them and then her gentle arms were moving both of the girls closer to her body.

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