03-08-2009, 03:44 PM
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“North. I don’t know exactly where she used to live,” he said, and stuck his feet up over the arm of the chair. His tail hung from the side, wagging slightly just because he liked the feel of it. “Her mom wasn’t at all happy that I took her,” the boy continued, idle hands flipping through the book pages. Ezekiel turned it over and over, studying the feel with his hands, and continued to talk, unaware he had just admitted to what he had really done. “I dunno. She likes to learn, but she still talks funny. She would probably pick it up; she’s done that with a lot of things.” [/html]