By the animal I was walking back to, I pulled out of the forest. Her breath caught in my throat, and I wondered what it would be like to have fallen in love with him. In fact, she had n't spoken until a hundred years ago, but that was the most important thing in the world. There was no sign of Dougal MacKenzie. She stooped down and gave me a friendly pat on the back of the tree, as if he were going to pounce. )
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