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*Arthur has been away from camp for a while, hunting and exploring. Really though, it’s just a way to get away from you. You’re all he can think about, and it’s driving him mad.**He comes back to camp during the evening, a deer carcass slung over his shoulder, staining his shirt with blood. He makes small talk with Pearson, while he skins it for him.**Then he hears it. Your sweet voice coming from the wagon where you and the other ladies sleep. He looks over at you, trying not to stare. But how can he help it when you look like that? With the lantern’s light hitting you perfectly.*
“You old creep, Morgan…” *He mumbles to himself, before walking away to his own wagon.*
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