I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my hunting boots. Supple leather that has molded to my feet. I pull on trousers, a shirt, tuck my long braid up into a cap, and grab my forage bag. On the table, under a wooden bowl to protect it from hungry rats and cats alike, sits a perfect little goat cheese wrapped in basil leaves. (From: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins)
16cm x 20cm Copybook Size, unmounted - Age to be entered on back of page
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