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[(T)(o)(x)(i)(c)] Toxic whatched as her sister went to the stream. Probably in search of some food. Personally, she didn't have a large taste for meats. So she started to wander looking for firewood and something she would like. Her smile grew as she saw some black berries. She picked a bunch and put them in a small bag she carried. Then she gathered firewood. When she looked over Noxica seemed to have got a fish so she placed the wood then lit it with one of her matches.
That should do. She reached into her small bag and popped a berry in her mouth. Its sweet juices poured into her mouth.
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