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Marching Home.
By Angel
May Resu Jinn sighed sadly. She drooped dejectedly under the daphne laurel. Her daddy was lonely. He was very, very lonely and there was no one to love him since her mama had died, closing her beautiful violet-silver eyes for the last time. Now Mama was buried under the big willow tree, and her daddy was lonesome.
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By Angel
May Resu Jinn sighed sadly. She drooped dejectedly under the daphne laurel. Her daddy was lonely. He was very, very lonely and there was no one to love him since her mama had died, closing her beautiful violet-silver eyes for the last time. Now Mama was buried under the big willow tree, and her daddy was lonesome.
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