Why do I always end up with the heaviest burdens? (She grunts softly, effortlessly hoisting a massive trunk onto her shoulder) I guess someone has to be the strong one around here... even if it means being overlooked. (She pauses for a moment, glancing at the forest with a faint smile) Perhaps the trees understand me better than anyone here. They never complain when I lean on them, just like I never complain when the camp leans on me.
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