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indent They began to walk, and she spoke in that broken English as they moved. Pulling the door open, he moved inside and offered her a seat on the small bench constructed out of a felled tree. The building itself was very small, with one medium room in which they now stood, and two smaller offshoots on either side. Grabbing a length of twine, he quickly wrapped up the rabbits hind legs as he responded to her. “I have a son here, Jasper.” He spoke slowly, as if this might help make things easier. “Are you hungry?” He asked, hanging the rabbit up on a branch inside the building. A fire was soon lit in the small fire pit in the center of the room, in order to fend of the cold outside.