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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 10, 2007 10:44:01 GMT
*Terragon waits at the bottom of the ladder, her face still impassive, in case Thrukka can see. The squirrel feels tired, like she's walked so many miles, and yet, somehow, feels that she's only just started whatever journey this may be. That's one way of phrasing it... She tells herself gently. Or maybe, you should not think too hard about it.*
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