Once eric was left alone inside his small room, the squirrel got out and ran up to the bed. The room only contained 1 small, neatly prepared bed. The wallpaper was golden, as was the window’s frame. The window viewed the back garden of the castle. “nice one, eric,” the squirrel congratulated eric, “with the ‘I’m his brother’ lie, it really saved us out there!” eric walked towards the bed, and sat next to the squirrel, and told him the truth: “I wasn’t lying! He really is my brother … but from another father. My mother gets around.” The reason why eric didn’t share this information with the squirrel is because he just knew the other night. He was googling the general on one of his dad’s computers.
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