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I am a Bone Sculptor

I’m a bone sculptor the gorgeous man said, his name was Dean. I asked what does that mean? I had never heard of such a thing. An artist, I take bleached bones and make a fine scene. Thought I could take it, so I went with him to see a creation called Sing. Oh, this is it, I said, and saw that he was super proud indeed. bunch of bones in the desert, some might have been from a fine steed. He hoped that I would give him high praise that day. Unfortunately, I could not wait to get home and scurry quickly aw

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