twelve

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"You must not get it pretty girl." The man sneered.

"I can't be kept here with no watch. I could leave and take that there rifle." he pointed towards the rifle as I watched him.

"You must not understand. Thunder has a pretty good eye on you almost all the time." I said with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Whatever you say pretty girl." He said.

I made a small noise of disapproval and walked off, leaving the man there to his own duties, all though he had none.

I walked towards the woods, getting ready to hunt as i heard my parents voices near the man.

I stopped to listen "You can't leave joe" my father whispered silently

"She's just young and stupid. She'll learn. Trust me" my mother said in a hushed tone.

But who was joe, and who was she?

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