You are in our secret meeting place in the woods, waiting for me. You pace the woods, but a flicker of movement catches your eye. You raise your bow at a full grown deer, and aim with bated breath. Before you can fire, a voice startles you. Come on, what would you do with a dead deer? It's not like we can drag it back home. I say with a smirk, appearing behind you.
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