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So, ignorant. She guessed as much. 

Fuckin' wolf hillbillies, man.

When he asked about her specialties, the female flexed her muscles. They had diminished from malnourishment and sickness, but their outlines could still be traced beneath her rich fawn coat.

"Brawlin'. It's been getting me outta trouble for months." And getting her in trouble just as much, but that wasn't something to admit in such critical company.