You take a walk with your mother and little brother through the desert and spend your time thinking to yourself, "Day 16: we left the village over a fortnight ago and there's still not a tree in sight to give us shade and temporary respite from the heat. Ammunition and morale low." etc.
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Ha ha ha! I love it! This is hereby my favorite post. I have declared it so and so it shall be.
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