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You're prolly
thinking of some one else. I'm Mousquet (now, lol), but yes I'm new to the
meadow. Proficient endeavor performed, and although such bemusing were normally
the pride and purpose of a dreamer; it was the cause of her delayed reaction. Strike one.
Animation expired, mitigation of trifling particles launched, scourge idly dismissing the
airborne arthropods. Ambiguous diagnostics imbibe the welcome wagon, although oratrix
had not completed a state of inure in the domain of the Hawks. Progressed abettor
renounced epigastrium, auxiliary three instigate for minimal stance, macram� cilia
morphed coquette by wind's false endeavor, the bayonet testimony obscured by flourish
of verdant herbage. And of course, the novelty...erm, paradox had arrived, her first 'test'.
A trainer? Acceding her wish for socialization? It was always anyone, anyone supporting
the essence of enigma, that so intrigued her, and the coronet transfered via contoured
vault, trifling in animation, as corrosponding emessaries grasped ecess broadcasts.
Something might be useful, someday.

It was an edgy feeling, constantly doubting your own self worth, trying contemplate
another�s judgements. How she wished she could worm her way into another�s mind, but
unfortunatelly the powers that be had sulected nay. Psh. Perhaps witt (had she any?) could
have spiced up the conversation, but yet again that blessing was granted to another. So the
uncomfortable, maddening silence became the barrack, her only strive for. She would
work on her social skills, but when you are the person you�re talking to, it doesn�t sastify
very much

.Avian Hunter.
.Liberated Celibate.
.Shackled to Hawk Meadow.

Mousquet