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... g, I pull back my arms while digging my feet into the forest floor.
Exhaling the large breath I've just drawn in, I swing my new axe in a downwards diagonal strike. This time I won't mess up!
My muscles tense just as my strike is about to hit my target.
When I hear the bark crack from the tree I'm swinging at; I immediately know I failed again.
“Gods damn it!” I swear in frustration.
“Language, Aaliyah,” my mom tells me for the hundredth time today.
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