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Where you saw a dying panther only moments ago...now, you find it strange to see a man lying there, naked and struggling to stand. He turns to look at you with beautiul eyes, and pleads, "Please! Help me! I think I am dying! I need help. Won't you help me, kind miss?"
In the darkness, to your other side, you see Raymond, holding his arm up to his chest and moaning softly, staggering your way. He falls, picks himself up with his one good arm, and tries to regain his footing.
[ 01-27-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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