I lean against the pine árbol with my axe set beside me, and my pad and pencil in hand.
"Would tu hurry up with that, Dev?" my father Aaron exclaims.
"Let me just finish this stanza, and then I'll get choppin'," I shoot right back.
"And be quick about it!", my father exclaims yet again, unloading all of his body strength into his axe, hammering away at the pine. I, Devin Qurstil, being a 15 año old, from District 7, write poesía as a hobby and a sport. I have made several pieces, about differating themes. I am now qualified to start out at being a lumberjack, as tu start out after your fifteenth...
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