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The sun crossing over the high ridge to keep its appointment with the leaves in the canyon touched his shoulders, his eyes. And this is the Hungry Tiger, the terror of the jungle, who longs to devour fat babies but is prevented by his conscience from doing so. She did nothing wrong, intentionally, and I want her out of here.
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