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The giant raised his tree, preparing to club the most recent knight-errant, when a voice caught his attention.
“Pick on someone your own size!”
The giant turned. The knight wasn’t going anywhere with his horse on top of him, and he was k
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It suddenly seemed so banal.
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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
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