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He thought he understood
What it meant to travel through a desert
He couldn't have been more wrong
Under the sweltering sun, his eyes are opened
The other hired hands are from this warm world
And mock the westerner for his excessive sweating
One reaches out to him in aide
In exchange for first aid, both magical and practical
The two strike up a somewhat rushed friendship
Assuming it would end once they reached their destination
But they find this place in need of help
More help than humanitarians can provide
His story continues...
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