Micheal Morreti --It-- (Day 3)

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I wandered through a forest. Wondering if I have a chance to win this. I thought of the baby. She came in a basket. She was bound to be caught by someone else. She didn't deserve a fate like that. I pushed her down the stream. Hoping someone would care for her. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around. A guy was running toward me. I looked at his eyes. They were red. He stopped running. He realized I was already it. He looked disappointed. "черт возьми," he frowned. He started running off to find someone else. I still wandered. Then I saw somebody. He had dark brown eyes. I silently ran toward him and touched him. He turned around. His eyes were red, so was his face. He looked angry. Without saying anything, he punched my nose. I fell back. Then he spit on me and stomped off. I could hear him cursing in the distance. My nose bled as I laid there for hours. I thought of his angry, smug face. I never thought you would get assaulted in this game. I got back up. I started wandering again.

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