Happy Life
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Driven by desperation, the old, senile man cracks a joke, while simultaneously, out of boredom, he discreetly surveys the room for any hidden compartments, entrances, exits, weapon racks, devices, and mechanisms – in short, anything that might or might not be useful in the uncertain future, for photographic storage in his memory bank.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
