<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[&#039;Homecoming&#039; Blog]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[sueannbowlingauthor]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com/author/sueannbowlingauthor/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Jarn&#8217;s Journal Year 53 Day&nbsp;43]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;You want me to do <em>what</em>?&#8221; I gasped at WildDog.</p>
<p>&#8220;To sleep with my wife,&#8221; he said calmly, &#8220;that some of your power may pass to her, and through her to me.&#8221;</p>
<p>I gulped. These People were very like the R&#8217;il&#8217;noids in many ways, but I was sure our DNA was so different that no offspring could come from such a mating. And if it reassured WildDog, why not? Face it, I&#8217;m lonely.</p>
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