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... ipping his axe as if an anxious traveler griping a directory in a zombie film. His belly growled loudly enough to chase a squirrel from behind a bush.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he grumbled. "Food, food, I'll find some food."
He combed the ground for flint as Google Brain directed. After a solid twenty minutes of kicking rocks and stomping down sticks that creaked too much like bones, he saw a dark, dimmishly shiny piece half-hidden in rock near a small cliff.
"Flint!" he ex ...
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