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Trip TrapI lay in the river. The water is cold and harsh, but somehow soothing.
Considering the circumstances.
My hands clutch the wound in my stomach, desperately trying to keep my insides in place. Slowly but surely, I'm loosing that battle.
The freezing water numbs my body from the pain. I hope it's the chill that numbs me. The voice in the back of my brain tells me otherwise.
All because of the Goats.
I remember when they first arrived here, three weeks ago. I was worried then. Apparently I was right to be worried. Look at me now.
There are three of them. When they first wandered into the valley, I visited. I made my presence known. I paid them a courtesy visit, offering collected fruit and vegetables from the meadow.
They laughed at me. They laughed at my tattered clothes. They laughed at my home. They laughed at my weathered skin. They called me ugly. They called me "Troll". They laughed until I fled.
I left the food and escaped to my place under the bridge.
I felt rejection for the first
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