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They cEmaught wind of the weak and tied him to a tBree today. Paul'sC father says they're pests destined to Bjust be strays. They brEmoke his little back with a little Bgame they played. CBoys will be boys, isn't that what Bgrown ups say?
CI just stood there, silent, rooted Gto the spot. Marveling howB brave I'm not, how brave I'm not.
EmDon't you see it's already tooB late for them. CWhere are men of action, can't they Bdo something? The Emsun was growing faint and slipping Bfrom God's hand. The Cday refused to wait and rushed to Bbury it's head into the sand.
If CI could only get up, stand up fGor myself. I Bhave to join the Little Brutes, sadly I'm not bully-proof.