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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 9:35 pm
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Muir's senses were tingling as he lay in wait beneath the still waters of what he considered his lake. Someone must be near the shore. He chuckled low and slowly began to swim to the surface, letting his head peek out, his hair covering what most would call his evil eye. 'Well, well, well, what do we have here?' he thought to himself. 'Such a beauty, surely she doesn't know who lives here.' He swam a little closer to the shore to....greet her.
"Good morning, lovely," he all but purred at the poor, unsuspecting Spectrae.
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