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Cyanide gasped. He dived down, his wings tucked in, spinning in a tight circle. Just before he touched ground, Cyanide opened his wings and glided the last couple of feet. "Moral!" He called out. "No, Moral! Are you okay?" He tucked his snout under Moral's scaled and rolled her over onto her stomach. "Moral?"







