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Edward's legs, not made for running, had given up their attempt, but it seemed as if the woman did not bear him any ill will. She reminded Edward of another woman, in a way... but younger, and... clearly... with pink hair. That aspect of her still fascinated Edward.

He flinched slightly, his scissors fluttering in what seemed to be a thrusting little gesture of timid defense, at the woman's utterance. Then, she started asking about a stick. Edward tilted his head, looking troubled, before turning towards a sapling over his left shoulder. Carefully, he trimmed a branch close to the dimensions the young woman had described, letting it fall softly to his feet. He looked up hopefully.

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