originally posted in:The New Dojo
She peeked her tiny head out from out behind the crate.
"H-hi.."
English
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"A talking beast? State your presence before I end your weak, meager life." He threatened again, the rifle aimed at her head now, finger on the trigger.
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"Going on a stroll?" she said, not sure what she was really doing besides being bored.
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"That wasn't the right answer. Why are you hiding behind a crate then?"
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"Because you're scary.."
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"I know."
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"C-can I go now?"