Happy Life
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"I wonder what's happening in the philosophical guild today..." - the thought materialized and plopped onto the floor as a helpless lump of slime, as if it were a delicious spell from Hitori.
Returning to the bench, the pseudo-mistress of the mutilated servant stares blankly at the uneven font and imperfections of the paper on which the coupon was written, just to occupy her mind with something.
Returning to the bench, the pseudo-mistress of the mutilated servant stares blankly at the uneven font and imperfections of the paper on which the coupon was written, just to occupy her mind with something.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
