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Fifty Three
Penelope POV The Swift River Junction Pack is smaller than the packs that surround us. With only about a hundred of us, we built a large pack house that houses all of us comfortably. From the outside, it looks like a large warehouse. On the inside, it's almost like a palace. My name is Penelope, Pen, for short. I am five foot ten and most describe me as statuesque. I just turned twenty-one and have been working in the pack house kitchen for several years, most recently being promoted to sous chef. Today is my first day off in two weeks. I started off by going outside to water my plants and check the blooms. It would still be several weeks before I would be able to harvest. I started this garden a few years ago and even though it started with a negative impact, the second and third years
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