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... It’s a spiritual experience. A spiritual fuck you. Every swing is like trying to take a bite out of a brick wall while it moans like an old lover in protest. I wasn’t even sure if the trees here were made of wood.
They bled like memories and creaked like they knew your mother. Still—I kept swinging, axe in hand, shirt discarded on the floor next to me, hair soaked with sweat and pheromonal victory.
With use of sheer force, in just a few minutes, the first tree was already leaning ...
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