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As Frita watched him lounging underneath a tree, eating some bread and fruit--disgusting human food--she felt hatred burn deep within her. His hair was shaggy, his skin filthy, his clothes practically rags. His hands were not worthy to touch the ground Taurill walked on, let alone capture him. As soon as she had Taurill back, this man would have to be punished severely. She and her friends whispered among themselves, and once they had formulated a plan, they descended upon the man. He was on his feet in an instant, swatting and shouting.
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