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The ProtectorChapter 67
When I finally got my stomach back under control, I got dressed and packed my few clothes into my bag and set it by the door. Kat was still packing and grumbling about how she had so much stuff. I sat down at the table and was finally able to eat a little of the different pieces of fruit while I watched her. When she carried the third bag over by the door I was chuckling at her. She gave me a dirty look but kept packing. When three men from the village knocked saying they were supposed to...