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                Rays of sunlight pierce through the leafy canopy, filling the forest floor with light. They find me sitting on a log covered with moss. I am resting right now. The day has been nice, so I left the tribe to explore a bit. I see a herd of deer nearby. The light dapples on their backs, making the adults look like fawns again. The deer are our closest companions in this forest. They live like us: taking only what they need and giving what they have to offer. Sometimes we hunt the deer for meat and clothing, but they understand. It is the cycle of life in this forest.                We resemble the deer. The forest is our home, a

                Brian sat at his desk, silently taking note of his fellow classmates. Most of them were present, but that one girl… Flos, was it? She was still missing. Brian chuckled. She would always show up at the last second, just early enough to be on time and just late enough to annoy the teacher. Sure enough, a slightly disheveled girl burst into the classroom only seconds before the bell. The teacher gave her a miffed look before beginning class.                The hours ticked by slowly, and Brian soon grew tired of his classes. Glancing around the room, he searched for something more interesting than the algorithm for solvin