Happy Life
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"OkamISama... a cozy little event, they said. Only for the inner circle, they said, just some small bets to play out," — metaphorically peeking from behind the stage curtain, Ayano thinks gloomily, watching the country's top face "warming up" the crowd.
Flipping through the booklet, she frowns more and more with each line:
"Tambourine? Clubs? Are these some kind of convicts?.. Pizd... ah, no, that's not it. Mazda?.. First time I hear this one... Bazhena... Azarina???🤕 Kalina????????? 😮" — at a loss for how to comment on such a list, she merely sighs.
Popping a calming pill, she goes off to get ready and gear up.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
