Happy Life
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- And don't you have a makeup bag and a mirror with you? How surprising, - the priestess shook her head.
Taking a paper napkin and folding it into quarters, she vigorously rubs it several times against the rabbit's cheek, so that it is slightly painful, and so that a red mark remains on it, then folds it up and throws it in the trash.
- Now it's better. I'll go for a walk, see what's going on, - as she leaves the room, she tosses that 1/12 Shadow of Death lunar muffin to the rabbit to chew on and heads to the family compartment.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
