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up and down, it continues, no sound except the dry leaves against my tail, by now i've learned to be quiet, up and down, i've takin in the last, my throat pulls, remember to breathe, i stretch, i am, i'm tired, i've made my private place, under brush, to sleep and be stretched, until i grow, i go to it and down and down and down into sleep, fat and lazy, the odd twitch along me waking me, i quiet it and i breathe and i breathe and i sleep.
