11/23/47
Day Three in my Journal
When I woke that morning some one was by my side. It was Luther. He handed me a cup of water and some bread, which I quickly finished. He asked me what I was doing there so early and I told him that I was leaving. He knew there was no point in arguing so he looked away to the floor to hide his disagreement. He asked when I would come back and I told him soon to try and cheer him up. It was my last hour being there, then I would move on and forget about this place. About the dirt poor village, my parents, Luther, the creek, and that terrible place i used to call home. I spent the rest of my time there playing in the trees then I left. On my way, accompanied by Luther, I stopped by the village to pickpocket some money so I could have some thing to trade with in case i ran into another village. After I got enough gold and was about to leave, Luther asked to come with me. I said yes. It was the worst decision I ever made.
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