about the rabbits ;; private

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    He must be some sort of villain, huh? Only a classification of beings called that should be known for the killing of itty-bitty animals. He had certainly killed enough to consider the amount to be only one of which would be gathered in a small massacre. Pain struck at his chest and made his breaths short and ragged as he stared with a confused frown at the blurry reflection in the river. He didn't want to be called one. Why then did he not seem to be changing much from when things like that never happened? His blind eye was still the same way and he had been smiling some since it all. Oh was this a bother to think over.
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