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He came closer towering over me as he spoke, "I'm Eric. I'm hoping to be your friend." He smiled. I started to growl. I backed up a little, crouched down and pounced at him.He moved out of the and he moved so quick it was amazing.
I fell to the ground hard and my ankle hurt so much I couldn't stand. To be continued very soon....




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