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Post by Giftstar on Sept 30, 2014 18:46:01 GMT 12
(Ok heron strike I am going to teach you what you need to do as a deputy) The large silver spotted she cat paced foreword and back in the soggy trampled on snow her paws were num. a thought pushed its way to the front of her head "heron strike' she whispered "heron strike" she called
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