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BRIAN   GRASSIE

The Final Task

Mopping the lathered cream into his face, she picked up his razor,

She went too quickly

Dapper as always though

His final shave. Now he was ready.

Woe Ted

A steady trickle of sap met her lips.

After too many berries it was too sweet. The smallest cub lapped at it. He still had a chance.

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