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Not when he was almost done. “Just one more and…there.” He was finished and with only a string or two left. He held the sweater in front of him and admired the piece of work. While the look of it was a mish-mash of non-matching colors, the hard work shown through the fine quality of it. Handling it like a precious child, he placed the sweater in a sturdy steal briefcase. “This should keep it safe.” But this was not the end of his labor. He now had to journey across states in order to deliver this. Gathering the briefcase, his rifle, and the days’ worth of food he had the man then set off. He wasn’t sure which would trouble him the most; the hungry, the bandits, the travel, or some untold horror. To him, it didn’t matter. Most would call him insane but he didn't care. It didn’t matter what it would cost him. All that matter was that the sweater was delivered to his friend. In the end, it would be worth it to him.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>The air was thin and frigid on that night. In a run-down building and in of a broken room sat a lone man. Next to him was a small bit of yarn and in his gauze-covered hands was a pair of needles and an unfinished sweater which he was working on. &ldquo;Argh!&rdquo; he suddenly shouted. One of the needles had struck his hand which was now bleeding. Quickly yet carefully he put the sweater down in order to bandage his wound. Yarn was hard to come by in this age and he had already sold the last of his supplies in exchange for the meager pieces he had. After dressing the cut, he resumed his work. &ldquo;Not now. Not yet&rdquo; he weakly mumbled.&nbsp;&nbsp;He couldn&rsquo;t afford to stop yet. He couldn&rsquo;t let his lack of energy stop him. Not when he was almost done. &ldquo;Just one more and&hellip;there.&rdquo; He was finished and with only a string or two left. 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