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Date: 2007-03-20 01:02 am (UTC)
He had left her there.

They had pitched a tent, then he had gotten into the jeep and drove off. "Stay there," he had said.

When the lion had come it was it or her. It was a young male. Prideless.

Three shots had settled things.

Three hours later, she had started a fire. She had no rations.

Things just managed to work themselves out.
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