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His muscles, cramped from clenching for so long, shook violently. He rolled onto his back, shivering, and stretched his limbs as best he could. Then he forced himself to look down. Two large blots darkened his wool pants on the insides of his thighs. He touched the fabric. It was wet. Alarmed, he peeled off the pants and grimaced.
Eragon had gotten his period.
...Oh my god, I hate Eragon so much.
Eragon had gotten his period.
...Oh my god, I hate Eragon so much.