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Subject: *filly trots back in, her prey discovered* She collaspes onto a pile of soft grass and thinks::


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Fatal Midnight
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Date Posted: 13:30:18 11/21/01 Wed
Author Host/IP: ppp327.man1.lsol.net/216.90.110.102



Why does she bother? So alone. Aching alone. She wants to leave. Child's play is raiding. She wants to be a fierce warrior, leading an army to victory. She wants to rule a territory. But she can't. She's a mere filly. A mere filly. She snorts angrily at the grass, ears pinned. Where's her sire? Her dam...waiting at home probably...


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*gets up*Fatal Midnight19:14:23 11/22/01 Thu


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