Happy Life
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After lying there for another minute and still not hearing the familiar knock on the door or any other impending disaster, the young man frowns and goes to get ready.
After that, he goes out into the corridor, adjusting his jacket and stretching his neck. He decides to check where his friends are located to see if they are there, and if not, he goes to make some breakfast.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
