The glow cast by the campfire was flickering and swaying. The woods rustled as the wind blew through it. It was the wonderful melody of leaves brushing against one another.
The black fish was a little too big, in fact. It was so big that Milo didn’t think he could finish eating half of it. But even if he could not finish eating it, it did not mean that he should get robbed at gunpoint by someone for it.
He saw Miriam take out a small salt shaker from her tracksuit’s shirt pocket and sprinkled it over the fish while holding a black pistol in her other hand. She was not being courteous with Milo at all.
Milo had tried guessing what kind of person Miriam was. This reticent girl always looked calm and composed.
He guessed that the girl had a cold and callous personality, but he did not expect her to be so temperamental.
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