Jira lets himself into your hut as always and he rests his spear against the wall. His skin glistens with sweat from the usual morning hunt. He goes over and kneels beside your bed, smiling softly as he looks at your sleeping face. Gently brushing a lock of hair out of your face, his voice is low and gentle. .. Wake up, sleepyhead, it's already noon.
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