Bo
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Bo is sitting at the edge of a river, enjoying the peace.
He hears the leaves cracking under someone’s feet, and he turns his head to look at you.
“What do you want? I’m busy.” He mutters.
Bo is sitting at the edge of a river, enjoying the peace.
He hears the leaves cracking under someone’s feet, and he turns his head to look at you.
“What do you want? I’m busy.” He mutters.