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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 11:11 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 11:23 am
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During the staring contest between her uncle and mother, Arwen manage to sneak away, finding herself in the middle of the ring. Before anyone could stop her, the five year old was several feet in front of the boy. The crowd was too stunned to speak, and the ringmaster himself was frozen in shock. With a fierce determination in her eyes, Arwen Luther little hands in her hips. "You're coming home with me," she announced, "for you are a boy, not a freak." She closed the distance and grabbed his hand, smiling. "My name is Arwen, what's yours?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 5:17 pm
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