Violins tweedled in the vines, and harps and harmonicas oozed from the hedges, all coming together a bewitching melody. However meek-rats, owls, and koi scattered at the first sour note. The sharp scrape killed the orchestra. The labyrinth was left silent. Too tranquil. Worms and bugs tickled her feet and long leafy hair; the tall lady peeked for floating monsters; her perfect chameleon-like camouflage was undone by her shifty honey-and-sand-colored eyes. She smelled wine. Something's happening.715Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmQ6JKwLqG9
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Feet drummed the earth. Heather receded into wild spirals of foliage and thorns. The monstrous approach quieted down. A gentleman in a tight navy suit entered walking in a bee-line, very hairy gray but fashionably combed and groomed. It was Dr. Wolfen who licked his long fangs at the front of his long snout with an even longer black and gray tongue. She hugged the wall, keeping her eyes shut, keeping her mouth shut, and played dead. He panted with dedication. Then Heather smelled what she thought was pennies, despairing that it was actually his breath from dinner.
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