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jack stopped building his hut and looked up from the glimmering beach. a bewildered jack was walking out of the jungle. He said that he speared a pick but it escaped. he said if he had barbed spears he would have killed it. I wiped a few tendrils away from my face and told him what was on my mind. we needed to build huts. it was a festoon. he tried to give me inscrutable evidence that he could catch a pig soon but i denied it. i was very oppresive. he was trying to fluant me but it didn't work. i gave him a furtive glance. we kept arguing and in the end he was still set on pig hunting.