Sandra Moilanen

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The dog came up, licked his hand, and made signs implying that he expected some great reward for signal services rendered. Oak looked over the precipice. The ewes lay dead and dying at its foot—a heap of two hundred mangled carcasses, representing in their condition just now at least two hundred more.
Sandra Moilanen
Youth, impulsivity, bravado
Far from the Madding Crowd
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