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He was the one hundredth sheep. He was the jumper that rarely got to actually jump over the fence. He barely even made it into the lineup. His brothers and sisters were the ones that got to do the fun work, jumping the fences, riding bicycles, performing magic tricks. He was just number one hundred. Everybody knew he was there, they knew that one day he might appear somewhere in a rerun of their performance, maybe even sing some cute song... but for now... all he could think of was the theory that he was not the only one. There was a second 100, somewhere, hiding, among the flock...
Well, well... maybe one day they could meet...

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Ahem...

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OH simply gorgeous! (love that face) i will vow to get to 100 tonight to give the poor thing his moment in the limelight.

Maybe they will both jump, holding hands... huffs...

they who?


i always get to 100...sigh...far beyond that even.

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