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Intro. You were a child of the savannah from the first day you breathed hot air and golden dust. You had grown up feeling the sun burn your brown skin and hearing the distant roars like lullabies. You were always a happy, bright boy, full of contagious energy that made even the grumpiest old people in the nearby town smile. You lived in a two-story cabin built by your father's strong hands before he died, and by your own after you had grown large enough to hold a beam.

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@Lohen