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Shared on Fri, 09/15/2006 - 18:30Short Story
The mouse, scurrying as quick as he could, stopped abruptly at the crumb of food. No time was wasted as it picked it up and began nibbling. Sitting in an upright position, the mouse eyed Camael carefully as it filled its cheeks.
"Filthy little beast," Camael whispered. "Why can't you go steal from those who have it to spare?"
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