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Post by Jero on Jan 28, 2006 17:00:05 GMT -5
Jero smiled, feeling like he could do nothing else. In her presence, words didn't matter, and nothing he said could ever be good enough for her. She was so great, and so beautiful, and so smart, that he felt that she could read his mind.
"Good, because I never want to," he said, softly, before sitting back upon his haunches, and staring out towards the ocean. The waves crashed along the shore, and the rippling effect was like a peaceful wave. His home by the ocean was his choice, and he was glad so many others had the same choice to stay by him, and live on the deserted island. Of course, Jero had to keep contact with the others on land, so he supposed that he must either fly over the ocean or swim to get there. But now that it was winter, he supposed that his pack would finally have to learn his heavily guarded secret.
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