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Post by Horsewings on Jul 8, 2007 18:31:50 GMT -5
Torchwood sighed as he scratched himself against another pine tree, itching his side, as well as leaving his scent. He looked around at the plain and walked the few steps to where the river runs. He dipped his slender head into the ribbon of cool water and had a long drink. The territory is now his.
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