When Mindy saw the bear, she didn't run. She knew this animal. They had met once, or were fated to meet, or had always known each other. She knelt before the bear and in a whirl of fur it was gone. In its place stood a second Mindy, clad in fur, extending her hand in welcome.
6:54 PM - 10 Jan 2018
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