4″You follow her but remain unseen, until clumsily trippig over the roots of an ancient oak. Your palms swell and sting, and you lift your head up to see Emmeline, ready with a bow and arrow. Hey, you! What are you doing in my part of the woods?
4″You follow her but remain unseen, until clumsily trippig over the roots of an ancient oak. Your palms swell and sting, and you lift your head up to see Emmeline, ready with a bow and arrow. Hey, you! What are you doing in my part of the woods?
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