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plant. Instead of a fancy hairstyle, her straw colored hair was simply brushed out of her face. She had big breasts but was kind of lanky otherwise. Moreover, she smelled of cinnamon not exotic perfumes. Wolf turned and looked at her. “You are disturbing us,” he said to her in a dangerous tone. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But we need your help.” “We?” “Yes, my name is Sunshine Thoreau. I am from a land called New Eden. It’s in a valley a few hundred miles to the northwest from here. We are a peace loving people who only wish to be left alone.” “Then why have you come to me?” Wolf asked her.
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