Bearclaw Valley So raise your glass now and celebrate exactly what you've done.
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oho, he fights back now instead of sitting in a puddle of his own piss? her eyes burn with reproach as the retort sails her way, lips curling upward into a snarl. snakelike, she strikes, aiming to seize his nape and drag him to the ground, to press his face against the dirt.

let him smell the bear. let him know that no matter how much time that her parents spend with him, he will never—never—be one of them. 

grubby little shit.
but see, amid the mimic rout,
a crawling shape intrude —
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude
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