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... (Seeking Followers on Monday)
“Do you know where my sheep are?”
The old shepherd looked up, giggling with a he-he.
His narrow eyes crinkled into a slit, revealing a set of pitch-black rotten teeth.
As he finished speaking,
the flock of sheep suddenly let out incessant “baa baa baa” noises.
The first dozen, facing Pockmarked Face, bleated urgently,
but couldn’t break free.
In those pairs of pitch-black, panicky sheep eyes, a spark of ...
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