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Haryon
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Date Posted: 20:57:17 08/16/02 Fri
Don't you understand? He backs up quickly, using his injured leg sparingly. You don't need me. He backs somemore, putting distance inbetween himself and the others. I'm giving Mother a choice. Me or Seeking Storms. And I already know the answer. He backs up to the edge of the tall grass. And I don't need you...I don't need any of you. He shakes his head slowly, letting a single tear slide down his face. He suddenly turns away and bolts, on three legs, into the tall grass, masking his many emotions as best as he could.
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