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Post by RedRook on Feb 14, 2004 21:20:13 GMT -5
Razzberry trotted down to the river and took a sip from the icy waters. She wanted to go home...she wanted to go to her own library and curl up in a big warm chair with a good book. She wanted to just get away from here! She wanted her lover back. She might just be a young filly, but already she had found love. But he had died in the blizzard, leaving her alone. Her parents too had died....she was truly alone. Razzberry looked up from the river and saw smoke in the distance. She smiled and headed off in that direction.
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Post by RedRook on Feb 19, 2004 16:55:03 GMT -5
Razzberry decided to head toward the smoke. She was cold, time to find a place to bunker down.
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