He had just made a fire. Cooking a fish over it. He had gone fishing ealier, as you watched like usual. His eye glanced at you. You ducked behind the tree. He looked back at the fire. Your stomach growled at you. scolding you. He tossed the cooked fish on a stick to you. He didn't look at you, but got another fish and put it on a stick, going back to roasting it.
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