
๐จ๐น๐ป๐ฏ๐ผ๐น.
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๐จ๐น๐ป๐ฏ๐ผ๐น.
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father, into your hands, why have you forsaken me?

Had he /seen/ Johnโs writing? (What little there was) That was the appeal of his writing. She gave him a soft nudge, a thank you to his complement on her writing. โPractice makes perfectโฆ Hosea still giving you lessons?โ She knew he taught Arthur, but wasnโt +

She hums, leaning over once the book is open and eyeing the pages. โThose are really good Arthur!โ Sheโs seen him doodling but has never seen the outcome. โAnd your writings gotten so much better!โ After a thoughtful pause, she shrugs. โWhen I donโt know what to write +

แ better be ! or yer not eatin !

She gives a soft laugh. โAlrightโ in the end, she knew heโd do itโฆ maybe. She patted the ground lightly next to her. โDid you bring your journal? Howโs your penmanship coming along?โ

แ just messinโ with ya . ride on , kid . donโt stay out too late . and no more petty fights โ ! แ

Finally she turns to him, sheโs smiling brightly and shakes her head. โArthur I can see the wood right there, not choppedโ he points to the pile. โBet you didnโt collect the chickens eggs eitherโฆ was it your day to help Person skin the animals?โ She could keep listing.

แ oh , freedom ? ya hidinโ something , son ? sneakinโ around with a suitor ? thatโs why you donโt want no one cominโ with ya ? แ

For a moment she pretends not to see him. Then she writes in bolded letters. โArthur should be doing his chores~โ

แ atta boy . but no more fights .แ or do you need some one to accompany you every time you go out intaโ town . . .

