Late fall. Leaves all on the ground as trees ready themselves for the coming winter. Abigail was out at school for the time, this left Scarlett with some time to herself... And one other... Raking up the last pile, knowing her little girl would want to jump in them later, Scarlett goes to retrieve the large deers meat she saved away, slipping down into her cellar as steps echo in her wake. (Scarlett) Dear... I brought food... You always loved my cooking.
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