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[takemyothereye]

[early morning at the shooting range! far, far away from you, there are targets tacked onto hay bales. closer to hand, there is an archer. he is looking at his last line of arrows, all securely embedded in the center circle of the targets.

he looks mildly dissatisfied.

. . . . . could it be that they're slightly off-center . . . ?]