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style of writingType your paragraph here.Beru wasn't sure if he was more hurt by Onsu's words or the fact that Fana and Oree didn't seem to care. He crept from his hiding place and walked the path to the yard. Let them spend forever looking for him he thought. He knew he'd won. He always won. Beru dashed across the yard to Akira. The dog was asleep, twitching her paws in some somnambulant pursuit. Always running to or for something was Beru’s measure of his canine friend. Great paws and thick hair panting with her tongue out, she was young,but smart and quick
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