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Sir Lenaniak Ralphian Patanorios stalked alonside the fence, his posture tense and his nose in the air. Ralph stopped and scanned the yard. He needed a perfect sunning spot for the season. There was a loarge flat stone on the other side of the yard, with bright vibrant rays beaming onto it. But, it was oh so far away, so Ralph plopped down onto the grass where he was.
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