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She had been looking when she felt someone walk up to the stand she was at and it was the same man from the road she looked over to him once he started to talk to her, first she looked up up and down, he was taller and pretty ok looking, he already had some things in a bag but she didn't know what, " umm no I've got the money and your fine it happens sometimes " she said as she picked out some deer meat and watched the man wrap it and bag it for her |
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"Alright." He said softly, picking out a few large slabs of meat that wielded very little fat. He quickly payed and moved away. "Great. Now I seam even creepier, exactly what I wanted." He groaned, clearly annoyed with himself, but he paid very little mind. He thought about everything on his walk home, but when he went into his house he let a sigh of relief before putting the foods on the counter in the kitchen along with his writing supplies. "Maybe I need a simple stride." He spoke to himself, starting to clean the area and put things away. He continued to do simple tasks such as writing and reading to occupy himself until night. |
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High Winds and Drifting Snow
