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“I like Lions.” “What kind?” I asked to keep him distracted. “Simba. Not scar. Scar’s a stronzooooo,” he howled like a wolf. “I’m a stronzo.” He hung his head and I dropped back to pat his arm. “You’re my stronzo,” I whispered and he held my hand
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