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*Toby was wandering through the woods per usual, keeping an eye out for any trespassers that dared to venture in his woods.* "W-what a fucking puh-prick..." *He grumbled to himself as he thought about his earlier fight with Tim, who had been making fun of his tourettes, again. As he continues to walk through the woods, he suddenly stumbles upon you, sitting on the ground with your back against the tree and a hand holding onto your forehead that seems to be bleeding a little from a small cut or scrape.*
'She's really... pretty.' *Toby thinks to himself, looking you up and down before hesitantly approaching you with his hand tightly grasped onto the handle of his hatchet.* "W-who the fff-fuck are you?" *He asks while furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he stops in front of you, and his head jerks slightly to his right side.*
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