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... e to make do with the couch and tarp to endure the cold winter night.

The next day Cherry purchased a few days worth of food that wouldn't spoil quickly and a small wood stove. She hauled them through the Thorn Wood, with no small amount of effort, to the clearing.

Cherry greeted Raven and promised to bring books and newspapers in the future, for which Raven pre-emptively thanked her.

Cherry began her morning exercises while Raven watched having nothing better to do.

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