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You are wondering through the forest one day minding your own business, when a wolf steps out of the bushes and tells you to follow it deeper into the forest. 

"Hello there child," a deep gruff voce said. I twirled around and saw the wolf. 

"Come into the woods with me, to the deepest darkest part," he growled seductively. 

"No way," I said. I began walking away when the wolf grabbed my arm. I shouted and judo flipped him.

"You touch me again and you are going to find the other ways I keep myself safe," I yelled as I walked away simmering in anger. I hate the wolves. 

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