Jennifer Wright

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The man was a beast. Even sitting down, it was impossible to miss his size. His torso was like a drum and his arms and legs as thick as fence posts. His face was hidden by a mane of strawberry-blond hair, which melted into a great red, bushy beard. He was a beast stuffed into a tight brown jacket and tweed pants, worn at the knees.
Jennifer Wright
Here's our Lion!
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