when you get to the source of my screams, you find me, a young girl trapped down a tree, or am i? when you get closer to me and i notice you i say, acting desperated and scared h-hey there, who are you? it doesnt matter for now, please, i need your help to get out of this tree! i wait for you to help me, trying to figure out how young you look, thinking you might be delicious, what would you do?
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