The Sentinels You Put the running into run

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“Chries almighteh, if I culd Shake mah head any harder, my fuckin neck would snap-“ his groan was rough enough to rival Kovertol’s morning roars. Gruff baritones addressed this gurl, his golds wide with disbelief. “were you raised ona farm, gurl? Or were ya just kept frum life as a whole?!”
Obviously mister Cry hadn’t been able ta teach this girl left from right- let alone up from down. 

“Not evereh face you come smilin cross is one thas gone smile back atcha- and it’s even worse when thay do, and it just ta bite yer goddamn throat out.” They may not had been born as so, but some wolves were just untrustworthy. Snakes. “Not everehbodeh as peachy as you, Fex.”

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