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With a rose garden blanket thrown on her legs that matched her roosari, her scarf, she ran her liver-spotted hand across her left arm and said, “A hunter in Lorestan was hunting for wild goats. He spots one and chases it into a cave. He waited outside until the goat came out of the cave. When the goat finally comes out, he shoots it in the head and it dies on the spot. He approaches the goat and sees it had a wet goatee. He immediately knew there was water in the cave. So he went inside and afte
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― Tajrish
― Tajrish
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I can't swallow the thought of the Woodsmen killing the little part of her that's left in me, the facsimile of our shared blood.
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― The Wolf and the Woodsman
― The Wolf and the Woodsman