Bonus Chapter Trios

      "Just the right to heave the last sigh"

     He flexed his limbs. Throbbing thorax was in gay. He felt surges rippling within him like worn waves of the sassy sea. He wasn't actually hungry, but who wouldn't make a pawn of whatever time leases to him? That mutter he'd fostered at the birth of the scene was owed to the gazelle strolling, unconscious of the doom about to be drawn on his peace. His pace wasn't to stir any of the three familia, but he kept abreast of every moment of movements the trio pruned. His jaw was rehearsing the usual. His peace was being smothered. 

     He merged with some dwarf pastures, and forced his moist mass into such heights. Whenever you want to have a meal, you'd do every possible thing to have it served. Provided that you haven't been whipped mercilessly by hampered hunger. 

       He was saw one of t

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