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You spend your days chasing an elusive fox
to give you the warmth that you crave. Your quarry is out of your reach, and you consider giving up the hunt, when what you could be looking for is really with you all the way. The warmth and comfort are not so far gone and you don't have far to look. Sometimes all you have to do is hang up the horn and gun, and look to your faithful companion who remains by your side. Don't be afraid to show that you care or fear accepting him as your prize.
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