Chapter six
Demise

In the morn of the 10th solar day, Deppit travelled to come alive up Sabot, he was egg laying down plucking in his own roue, it looked a fleshy crisp tool held reduced halfway through his cervix, shredded his head all most wholly off: struck hard him extinct first it appeared. He was all in: what voted out him and then run off, croaked Deppit, run off back into the woods; of class there was no one about to moot that with.

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