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i was $1.88 a pound, but for you, dug deep into pockets for the change, i would discover myself as a new species; from the steppes, on horseback i came to you bow drawn, arrow to your throat. a fur trapper, you pet me slowly, wanting a trade. wash your hands, i growled. and soon my forests ripe with your fern spores shaken from the tops of your boots, and the rains started, unfurling the shoots i could have shot you dead - our eyes locked, and instead, i made you tea with longevity ginseng. forever now, you would remember the point, your windpipe grateful. ⴲ.