A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:36

The wolfess placed a paw to dawn's cheek, rubbing it gently with a thumb. "calm down." dawn drew back from her grip, shaking her head dismissively. "i thought if i-i talked to him maybe i-." dawn sniffled sharply.

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Found (Ch. 2)

Vernon read lily a bedtime story, and dawn did the same for trevor. alice had seemed reluctant to be tucked in by dawn, but didn't outright refuse.

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This Dawn of Night

Dance you now, this dawn of night. twirling, stomping, its all right. comforted you, who awakens true, the inner self will take flight.

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tomorrows sorrows (poem)

With pain and sorrow i look to the morrow the wind feels cold i have no home from dusk to dawn threw thick and thin yet i stiil feel hope within a spark of fire from the flame is it hope am insane?

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Dawn

In the early morning, I was surprised to find Lucas laid against me. At what time did he have time to get closer? I had no idea, but he must have done it when I was asleep. I couldn't blame him, he'd passed a night well shaken. And then, his thick...

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A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:38

"even before i was friends with dawn!" vernon huffed. "and while you couldn't get clover to press charges against aster, you damn well could have had dawn removed from that house!" "y-you..."

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A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:5

Having that open would keep him in the conversation between dawn and his mom, and if the subject got to touchy he could jump in and keep dawn from getting blasted.

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Breakin' Out, Part One: Yeah.

My experiment with a plainer style. Hope it lends itself well to dialogue. This is just a short introduction, and an attempt at doing something a little lighter in tone, friendlier. Since it's only the first chapter of an intended series, this is going...

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A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:31

_"alright, good luck dawn."_ "by the gods, i hope so..." dawn thought to herself. "i certainly need it."

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Morning Cup (Poetry)

_Morning Cup_ by Daniel C. Aaron You woke the morning up With your passion and with your love. You poured a morning cup And I knew it was the one, The one I had to drink, Down and all the way, To the bottom, from the top; A little drop of...

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