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There was a tiny deer calmly walking in front of Miles as it grazed. Miles was walking right behind it, watching carefully what the deer was doing.
Greg began to smile. He was used to seeing neighborhood kids play with deer, especially deer as young as the one Miles was following. Greg turned around and stepped back inside his home. But if only he had known what was really going on.
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