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Oct 2016
She looked around with her piercing, golden-green eyes.
She growled, and told herself she would survive.
She knew they were empty words.
She sprang from her spot. She attacked them and ran.
The bullets pierced her skin, but she kept going. She would never stop.
They stopped chasing her, and went to treat their wounded. She went as far as she could.
She sat, and cleaned her fur. The bullets stung, but she eventually got them out.
Just another day in the jungle. Just another day as a leopard.
Somebody Nobody
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Somebody Nobody  20/F/Santa Ana, USA
(20/F/Santa Ana, USA)   
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   Rose and Doug Potter
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