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Subject: *She nickers happily to him and trots bouncily off into the trees.*


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Date Posted: 09:43:10 09/06/02 Fri
In reply to: Char 's message, "*He thinks for a minute.*" on 17:50:09 09/04/02 Wed

*The cool, moist smells of damp earth and pine needles fill her delicately flared nostrils and she nickers with delight, prancing over the soft damp loam, the sun dappling her glossy bronze coat and glittering on her twisted gold horn.*

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*He bounds after her.* (NT)Char14:49:39 09/06/02 Fri


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