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copy: April **seriously** wondered about her sleeping partner choices. She looked at her bed and what a mess it had become. How did she get to the point in her life where she had two dogs, three cats, and a raccoon sleeping with her *every* night?

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copy: The wolves stopped in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her cubs. It had been over a week since their last meal and they were getting desperate. **The** cubs would make a good meal, but there were high risks taking on the mother _Grizzly._ A _decision_ had to be made and the wrong choice could signal the **end** of the pack.

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title: Nothing is as cautiously cuddly as a pet porcupine.