For the next 20 years or so you'll waste your time on this, putting pieces in.
Don't hold your breath, we've been drawing lines in dirt since we were kids.
It's for the best; try again, but nothing ever comes of it.
Forfeit and run out into the cold.
Eyes shut with no navigation.
Smoke rises through the treetops.
Flashlight beams scatter as they look for you.
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