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Looking through the leafy foilage, the watcher gazed upon the grassy field staring intently at something that the others could not see. Suddenly, he gave a cry as hundreds of arrows appeared in the sky. Their trajectory aiming for his hiding place.
She looked at me sympathetically as I gazed up at her analytically from my place on the floor, my papers scattered about me haphazardly. The other students avoided looking at my disheveled appearance, but she stayed helping me pick up my scattered belongings.