The Storm

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Jacob and myself are huddled in a tent we made from a deer skin and logs. Jacob hunted the deer himself. he's so brave. rain pound on the Windows he smelted and forged in the blacksmith hit he made from rocks and lava. Thunder rang in our ears but it was cozy by the fire that he had made from logs. we had been out here for almost 6 years. I kept track of time by writing tally marks all over the walls.
"honey, you shouldn't do that, I spent days and days building the houses."" he's say.
"but I said" we can always build more.

me and Jacob were married. he went mining on day and struck diamond. so he made us rings to go on our ring fingers and we had an unofficial marriage.

"Giada," he said to me. "I have... news."
this strikes my interest. "what is it"? I say.

"I'm.... pregannat!!!"
you stare at him awestruck.
I AM HAVING TWIGS!!!! TWINS!!!

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