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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:32 am
It always starts with a pull. Like how she had been pulled into the night, like how she pulled the coming of the night, the black lioness found herself gravitating to a certain field of grasses one particular night. Her heart was rushing in excitement, knowing well an idea of what she was about to find.
in progressss
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