The Thursday Post Critiques 23.2.17

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One fine morning he grabbed his axe and walked into the enchanted forest. He was a modern day woodcutter. He did not believed in “guardians of trees.” He ran out of the wood fifteen later squealing and screaming. His body was covered with pin like arrows.

“I don’t know where they came from! All I know is they came after I made the first strike on the very first tree!”

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