Before It’s Too Late

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Dancing was a red artic wolf with blue nerdy round glasses. She always wore a purple aj band. Whenever she paded around town, jammers criticized her. Now, one day when she was tired of it all she went to her den. Not much. . . It was a treehouse. She made her way past the old broken fountain. She stared at the oven on the first floor then threw the patched rug away. Tears roled down her eyes. "Why do people hate me?" She whispered. Then she heard a noise up stairs. Afraid of an intruder, she took out her rusty old pirate sword. Running up, she almost crashed into the low table. Growl. . . Dancing froze. Now she slowly made her way up. A wolfstood there. Awesome sunnybrave. Dancing gasped and checked the user. Fman122. "Get out you. . ." Dancing stoped as she saw tears roling down fmans face. "Get out before its to late. Run before our lives are gone." Then he disappeared. Dancing roled her eyes but worry crept up her spine.

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