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Small Token of Appreciation

Chapter Thirty: A SMALL TOKEN OF APPRECIATION

It had been a few days. The third day, I thought we were going to the town the man had been babbling about whilst he was tending his crops as I helped him so with what I could do. Seriously, there was a large barrier of the English I knew with the English in the past, though we can communicate kind of okay in a sense. So I basically had spent extra days at his farm, met his parents (they were nice people as much as I didn’t want to be friendly with others and label them), but still I didn’t bother to ask what his name was or neither his mother and father. I just didn’t feel the need to, but should have I? It’s not like I was going to get closer to him or form some sort of attachment like I did with Radcliff though that wasn’t initially the int