(as you chase me through the forest my horse jumps a very high fall in love that crosses the path blocking you off. you jump the high log now finding yourself in a clearing. you stop your horse hard as you suddenly hear the drawing of a bow string.) I don't need to hear you to shoot you off of that horse! why do you follow me who are you? don't think because I am blind that I won't hesitate to shoot you.
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