10-05-2012, 01:52 AM
Hours had passed since he had came down stairs, he had cleaned the house, well the first floor and had stared dinner. It was a simple roasting rabbit but it was food, after it was cooked he was going to make a small bowl of soup with it for Dawn she seemed to be getting a cold. He had put out the fire in the barn and washed the muddy blanket, he yawned as he read his Russian book. It was getting late and he needed to finished dinner, he had some potatoes outside and was boiling them after he cleaned them. One good thing about the island was the random food that grew from passing sailors. He heard the door open from the second floor and turned his attention from his chair by the desk and waited for her to come come down.
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