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Post by scribbles on Jan 27, 2007 12:23:26 GMT -5
A form walked slowlly down the alley way. Her breathing was deep, turning into a pant. She had just escaped another encounter with the Dog Catcher. She was a target because people thought her kind where vicious and cruel. Not Scribbles, Scribbles was different.
She wasn't mean, not usually. She was only vicious when she was mad or fighting, and that didn't occur often. She shook her body, getting rid of the wetness on her fur. She looked around, she was the only one there, or was she?
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