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» 'I am indeed,' Bromford Curly-locks smiled, bowing low to her. 'But I was not always one of them. Come with me, Kylie Golden-tresses, and I will show ye all the flowers of the forest.'
And so they explored the forest of Carterhaugh, which Kylie Golden-tresses had never before visited, in the half-light of the gloaming. «
The young lady and the llama tried their best to ignore the old man, arms crossed over chests, sitting back to back not even looking at each other.
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