[I could have Hopea run near his house and set off Bone or something]
Dry paused, looking confused. He knelled down and held a hand out. ''come on over girl'' He cooed softly curious as to how friendly the wolf was.

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"
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