𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢.
"applespring, creeksong," my mother said, her voice strained, "go back to camp. tell them--" she swallowed. "--foxes."
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"applespring, creeksong," my mother said, her voice strained, "go back to camp. tell them--" she swallowed. "--foxes."
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