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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He gently hands the squirel over to Luna "c-c-c-c-an I keep it?"
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
“If it survives and wants to stay, Yes.” She says gently. She carefully looks the small animal over.
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He lucks up his hatchet and sits down worried bout the tiny squirel he planned on naming Bob
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
Luna takes it by the fire to help it warm up
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
Rick sits there sad that he hurt the little squirrel
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
She checks over
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
Is is he going to be ok?" Rick said worried about the little squirel named bob
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
“I’m not sure...”
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He starts to cry again "I'm a horrible person"
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
"Its okay Rick. Sometimes things happen.."
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He looked up at her the tears slowly stopping " yah I know but I didn't know I would hit that squirrel if I threw my hatchet at that tree"
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
“It was an accident.” She says
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848 points
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November 2018
He nodded his head in agreement and just stared at the ground thinking what is wrong with me what happened to me I was strong minded at the beginning of all this I need to get back to that state I can't be like this not here on this island
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
Luna sighs.
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He stands up walking into the shack he wraps his hands and went out chopping more trees he kept going not stopping for anything
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
She starts to clean up around camp
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He looks up at the sky he notices that the sun is starting to go down but he keeps on chopping the trees down as fast as he could
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
Luna waits for him worriedly
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He keeps going he gets to his 5th one and he feels the hatchet leave his hands and looks at his hands seeing blood
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
She sighs to herself
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He picks up his hatchet walking into the shack he drops the hatchet trying to grab the bandages from one of the packs
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561nd
598 points
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November 2018
"Rick..." She murmurs
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261nd
848 points
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November 2018
He looks at her "yes?" He quickly hides his hands behind him
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561nd
598 points
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December 2018
“Come here.”
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261nd
848 points
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December 2018
He slowly walks over making sure his hands stay behind his back
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561nd
598 points
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December 2018
“What did you do?”
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261nd
848 points
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December 2018
He looked down at his feet shuffling them his hands behind his back sstill
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561nd
598 points
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December 2018
“Show me your hands.” She says
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261nd
848 points
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December 2018
He shuffles his feet looking down he shakes his head
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561nd
598 points
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December 2018
She gives him a look. “Rick, fucking show me.”
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