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"I hate this pack," Rick detto as he lays down successivo to a birch tree. And trys to rub his ear.
  
  "they are to harsh, and they all know that my area of hunting is in the worst part of the forest. Nothings there, the only thing I saw in my area was a squrell, nothing else," he told himself.
 
  "what do they know, what do they know-"

  "nothing," a voice said…
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