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I was up here later in the afternoons and I, Harry Jackson, was strolling down my road as I was passing through the forest. I walked down the road every single morning, around, into the forest and pulled over. Always looking into the forests, I wondered what was in their deep. When I was a kid, I was seen at home, so I wasn't supposed to go into the forest, but today I felt courageous, so I took a little bit inside.
As I was taking this leap, something was happening, the breeze was stopping and I could have swear it was breezy, then I recognized something else, the birds had ceased to sing, what was going on? When I went on, I saw something in front of me, it was glistening and as I had never seen anything like it before, I went over.
You know, I was almost there when I quit. There was something moving, out of the angle of my eyes, I could have swear that something dark and rustic,) like leaves) had gone by. I was afraid at the time; I knew if I'd just remained out of the forest like I should have, it wouldn't have happened.
Then I glanced back at the sparkling subject, and I realised that it was even more aglow. Then I put the shady character in the back of my head and approached the subject. When I turned the small mound over to the subject, I was knocked. The only trouble was that it was right next to the mysterious building.
but not just any kind of blade, it was a burning blade.
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