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It was warm outside, I was running. I wasn’t sure what I was running from, I just knew I was running. The sound of paws hitting the ground rang in my ears as I began accelerating. The paws are getting closer, closer, closer. The noise is coming from all sides now. All I can see are walls and 20 pairs of bright, yellow eyes. I skid to a stop and look around. There are thousands of wolves around me…
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