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Terminé, Publié initialement nov. 16, 2018
You could feel the bump, the beat, the rumble that erupted from the ripples as it surged by. If it had a voice, it could speak of the dangers it faced every day. If your ears were larger, you could hear it as the poison entered through the air pathways.  The cries, the pain. Curious eyes darted back and forth pointedly as a heard of them went by, all of an arrangement of shapes and sizes. They were beautiful creatures. However long they stayed that way was up to many abled and willing.
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