Date: 2024-12-26 09:29 pm (UTC)
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"Yeah, I know. And we've managed to be together a while, huh?"

He spots a bird and draws the string back, resting it against his cheek as he waits for his moment.

When the bird stretches its wings to fly off, he lets the arrow go, right through the trees. It sails by a little low, brushing through the feathers.

"Fuck..."
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