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you've made a mess. he snorted. who cares? he kicked at another pelt and sent it flying. then again. and again. no one else cares. no one would even notice if we left it like this. because no one cared about them. in his mind, it shouldn't have mattered if their spaces were trashed. nevermind that it went against what he was being taught.