::Setting the pen down he had been writing with, Yuri smiled, the faint glow of his makeshift fire providing the only light he had to write by. He had flown out to the abandoned mines earlier in the day for peace and quiet, to think over his problem with the letter, and brought with him firewood and paper to use for writing it when the time came.
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Ca-caww!
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Oi!
Wait!
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