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| She comes from the bush |
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| to look at me |
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| then goes to a rock and |
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| moves to sharpen her claws |
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| she pulls her tongue and... |
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| runs away |
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| jumping over a lying tree |
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| and climbs again |
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| to jump again |
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| and climb another tree |
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| to jump down... |
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| with style and elegance |
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| and rest on a branch... |
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| before making... |
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| another jump |
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| and move to... |
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| look in her natural mirror |
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| and have a drink before... |
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| swimming |
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| to the surprise this racoon |
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