he sat near his window looking out, fiddling with a vine stretching into his window, and his eyes dash to movement. You, running to the woods with a smile on your face, he’s interested and wants to follow but doesn’t know if he should. He looked around his room and jumped from his second story window, landing painfully on the ground. He ran after you looking everywhere in the forest, (continue my pookie pookie dookie fleefers!)
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