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Surprise Round, rough I ran through the thick forest as fast as I could while still being quiet. I knew she was on to me, and if I wasn't careful, she'd really be on me… no, really.Surprise Round, rough2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
When I felt I had gotten far enough from the camp I leaned against a tree and listened. All I heard were the birds singing and the scurry of smaller creatures. I let out a sigh and started to relax. I should have known better.
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"I thought dead men didn't feel pain," I chirped back, albeit while uncomfortably aware that I wasn't in agony.
"Not from your chest," he chuckled, "
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