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5uperjun1or
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Dexter cut through the branches. He was in the Amazon rainforest trying to find what most treasure hunters look. He slicked his brown hair back and out of his eyes. It's been two months since he entered and even he wasn't sure that he was going in the right direction. Quickly taking out his map and compass made a mental course towards his destination on the map. His tight brown shirt clung to him uncomfortably as it was drenched with sweat. Why he ever took this job he didn't know. Dexter continued hacking at the leaves and stared at his watch sun down was approaching and he had to make camp if he was going to survive. He quickly hacked the leaves away and came into contact with a clearing. Setting up camp he took all the precautions not to be eaten, stung or bitten to death.