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Roar

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The bowl dropped from my hand and the shadow raised its head a 
little. I saw it turn around, its long tail swinging like the ribbon of a
 gymnast behind him as he galloped back into the woods in one smooth 
motion without causing the slightest of sounds.All Rights Reserved

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