Posted by Takedo on September 21, 2005, 5:34 pm, in reply to "She grit her teeth at the thought of her mother..." (uck, horrible reply I know, writers block. you have my apologies.)
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Well, I suppose we'll have to go find your uncle then. He turned and glanced slightly at Dashell, a worried expression on his muzzle. She seemed to be getting more unhealthy all the time, and he did not know what to do.
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