Hey it's really easy for me to just keep on typing. This is an exercise in typing. I have twenty minutes before a class.
So there's this guy.
He lives in a cave.
He has sandwiches that he makes from the animals that he hunts. He looks in his pantry, which is a pile of rocks. There's no more sandwich stuff left. There's a residue left where the blood was.
He rolls out of bed, it's a large log. He has cut out the inside. It's pretty comfortable, so far the termites haven't gotten to it.
He picks up his sling and his bag of rocks. He hates carrying the bag of rocks, but he hasn't thought of any easier way. It leaves a big red line on his shoulder blade, and the line has slowly became an indentation.
He walks outside with his rocks, waves at the mailman and next door neighbors.
"Going down to creek, yup." He says to himself.
The neighbor ladies are outside drinking tea. They wave. He is handsome. They knew his mother.
He comes to a stop sign. It's a big red circle painted on a rock. There's a lot of noise coming from the forest. He ignores the stop sign, if that's what it's supposed to be. He's unclear whether or not it's trying to keep him out of the forest, but hunting is always dangerous. He's been trampled by boars on multiple occasions.
There's an animal he hasn't seen before.
So there's this guy.
He lives in a cave.
He has sandwiches that he makes from the animals that he hunts. He looks in his pantry, which is a pile of rocks. There's no more sandwich stuff left. There's a residue left where the blood was.
He rolls out of bed, it's a large log. He has cut out the inside. It's pretty comfortable, so far the termites haven't gotten to it.
He picks up his sling and his bag of rocks. He hates carrying the bag of rocks, but he hasn't thought of any easier way. It leaves a big red line on his shoulder blade, and the line has slowly became an indentation.
He walks outside with his rocks, waves at the mailman and next door neighbors.
"Going down to creek, yup." He says to himself.
The neighbor ladies are outside drinking tea. They wave. He is handsome. They knew his mother.
He comes to a stop sign. It's a big red circle painted on a rock. There's a lot of noise coming from the forest. He ignores the stop sign, if that's what it's supposed to be. He's unclear whether or not it's trying to keep him out of the forest, but hunting is always dangerous. He's been trampled by boars on multiple occasions.
There's an animal he hasn't seen before.
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