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"Well. That's just famous, Enzeru." Petra said, leaning her sun-tanned face into the pulsing neck of her horse. Her long, straight brown hair fell across the horse's shoulder and down into her sharp, green eyes.
How did I get involved with such a rag-tag bunch of misfits?
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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