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Gale chuckled, grabbing her clothes in a pile and throwing them at her. |
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"Hey!" She giggled, grinning and getting dressed |
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"Hurry up i'm hungry," He called, grabbing his bow. |
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"So impatient!" She teased, chasing him down with her daggers in their hidden sheaths |
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He grinned, pecking her lips. |
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She grinned and took his hand |
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"What're we feeling?" He asked, stomach rumbling. |
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"Literally anything" She laughed |
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"Good cause i'll eat just about anything," He mused, suddenly notching an arrow and shooting a fox out of its den. |
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"How about you?" She teases. "After all, that is my favorite meal..." |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
