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Demmy
Guest
Safia huffed, standing from where she was and scanning the wilderness around her. She held the pencil and book under her armpit and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Yo-ho! Anyone out there?" she called, squeaking when she almost dropped her stuff. "Damn!" she muttered, readjusting her grip and walking away from where she had appeared. Perhaps she could find someone soon enough.