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- It's made of wood, I suppose
Ford walked down to his usual spot on the lake: the rock he had claimed as his own back in his first year. He had told Sophia to meet him down here as they had a few years ago. Unslinging his pack onto the ground, he lept up on to the rock that jutted out over the water a few feet. In his hands he held a certain patch and pin that he had given Sophia a long time ago. Hopefully, she would accept them again after what had happened between them.