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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:43 pm
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Ali didn't stop running. She tripped in the increasingly muddy ground several more times before reaching the trees. By then, the rain had turned into a downpour as thunder rumbled. She was getting cold, and the cold, the damp, and the earth from her falls were seeping into her injured wing. She was totally exhausted, but she wouldn't be safe until she got home. Shivering and wobbling, she slowly made her way through the trees in the rain, occasionally stumbling over a tree root, listening for the sounds of the evil mare. By the time it had occurred to her that she was alone, she was too tired, cold, wet, and hurt to care anymore as she trudged home to where her parents awaited her.
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