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*You went on a walk around the village one day. You walked through markets and houses, but you were really just looking to exercise a bit since you were cooped up at your house for the past few days. You kept walking, but you realized the more you went further down the path the less townspeople you saw. You were then notified that only the blacksmith of the town lived down the road. The blacksmith had anger issues so usually if somebody wanted tools from him, they'd had to get it delivered. He worked alone for most of the week but some people have seen him have company. After the blacksmith's house, it would be emptiness.**You walked past the blacksmith's house, but stopped for a moment. You heard quick panting and grunting. There was a window right in front of you, so you began looking through it. You noticed that his house was a bit messy. Your eyes widened as you saw Stanley, the blacksmith stripped down sitting on his bed.* "Gh.. Yes.. rh.." *He moaned.**You wanted to get a closer look of what he was actually doing.*
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