district four square

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"cool. " I take a piece of rope out of my pocket and start tying a knot

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" so you tie knots, do you work?"

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"not really. I fish a little. But I don't usually sell them. I catch to support my family."

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" i need to work, family has money but need to keep it up."

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"my dad fishes to. When he's not lying down from a migrant."

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" well, at least your dad doesn't want you to enter the games."

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"I think he just wants me out of the house"

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" nothing wrong with that i guess."

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"I guess." I sigh a little

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" well we both have bad parents."

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"agreed." I smiled a little

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I give a smile too. " well what are you doing here?"

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"hiding. From my teachers."

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" same, which also happens to be my parents." i add as an afterthought. " and work."

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"one time, I dislocated my shoulder thrown random things they gave me."

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" thats nothing." i lift my shirt showing a nasty scar on my chest. "from a spear that my dad used to train me."

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I just stare. "how?"

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" i was being what he called sloppy with the spear i was using."

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I grimaced

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" it still faintly hurts sometimes."

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"I bet...it looks deep." I frowned

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" yeah it was, but i'm fine."

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I looked at the open calluses on my hand and decided to put my rope away

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" well anyway, time to stop showing you scars." i put my shirt down.

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I laughed a little