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How stupid could he be? How horribly dumb? He’d been played, he thought as he saw her walk up to him, her bow swinging at him. He rolled, causing his shoulder even more pain, but her blow didn’t hit at least. She started speaking first in a half innocent voice, then taunting, and the words that came out of her mouth angered him. Then told him where the plants were. His eyes darted to the pouch and she told him he was basically worthless, putting others in trouble… His anger filled to gthe brim and he grabbed at the pouch that she had in desperation. He knew he couldn’t fight her, but if he could get that pouch and save his sister he would gladly grab and run. He ignored the pain that shot through his whole arm as he moved his injured shoulder. It was the pouch he needed to get. He knew it was his fault… but he would make it right.
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