11-06-2007, 11:29 AM
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---- There was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could say. But she called him Segodi, just like the last coyote. "I... no, I'm not Segodi," he said. He was beginning to doubt even more. Two coyotes feeling so strongly about him meant there had to be a connection. He looked down at the sand and mumbled: "My name is Abel," he said, putting it out there. Was it really his name? He shuffled on his rock and slid off it slowly. "I'm sorry," he added, looking at the red-eyed coyote, "so sorry." |
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