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Personal Narrative: The Raiders And White Wolf

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Laying upon the sleeping couch, looking out the window.
Cloistered in my room for now, I hadn 't left in a day..2?
I had remained lost deep in thought.
Tears no longer flowed freely.
I had sent the girls to sleep elsewhere. I wasn 't even sure if they were kenneled or not.
They were smart girls, they would find warm furs somewhere.
The Raiders and White Wolf were fond of them.

I heard as people talked in the hallway, I was sure the Raiders were nearby on guard but I didn 't look.
They took their orders from Lunar.
I needed to help Akeshi learn to be a good wolf woman, but I needed my time alone to heal.

I had left my door locked. Not opening for food or drink. I wasn 't hungry or thirsty.
I thought of the two girls I sent to AR and

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