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... >The arrow flew and struck a distant target. Close to the center, but not yet. He could hear someone sighing in envy. Ian rolled his shoulders and took a few steps backward.
“You know we’re not clowns.”
Simon replied belatedly as their shoulders brushed past each other.
“Even though we provide entertainment on this hot day?”
Ian looked up at the bright sun and smiled bitterly. Even though they were baking in the heat, their grandmother wanted them to demonstrate their sk ...
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