These are my woods.
Been mine for many years.
And my father's and grandfather's long before that.
The woods are mine.
Only mine.
I don't like outsiders, laughing and leaving (pause)
their rubbish.
If they enter, they're not leaving.
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heya,
i put the new story boards on and all the other ones.
took forever to get the scanner working lol x
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