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I started walking back. "Weird.." I thought. I walked into my village. I went into the healers cabin and left the herbs. I went to get my better tools.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby |
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I went and got my bow and arrow. I headed over towards the forest. Suddenly, I knocked into someone. Standing there was two girls and a guy. "Sorry.." I said.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby |