Virtue in Mundanity
In the morning I wake up as Arthur Morgan, see my dirty face in the mirror and trim my beard. I walk up to the campfire and take a cup of coffee, drinking it while conversing with my fellow gang members. For dinner, I rode north to the grassy plains, looked through the rifle scope and studied a flock of white tailed deers. I aim and shoot the healthiest one in the neck, making a clean kill. I then skinned the deer, mounted the carcass on my horse and galloped back before sunset.
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