[ He'll find her with her back to the town, hunched down. To the side, she's crafted several arrowheads much in the way the hominids of old did; bang rocks, get edges. She's much more skilled, of course, but upon closer inspection Bob might notice that Kate's kind of messing her hands, which are riddled with little cuts, blood already dried on her fingers, and in some of the arrowheads.
Her undivided attention is directed at this task. ]
no subject
already on my way
you can ugly cry if you want though
i can still keep quiet, if you do
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[ He'll find her with her back to the town, hunched down. To the side, she's crafted several arrowheads much in the way the hominids of old did; bang rocks, get edges. She's much more skilled, of course, but upon closer inspection Bob might notice that Kate's kind of messing her hands, which are riddled with little cuts, blood already dried on her fingers, and in some of the arrowheads.
Her undivided attention is directed at this task. ]