Happy Life
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- No, wait a minute... - he looks at the drawing with great suspicion, then at his friend, at his fingers stained with graphite, and at the rejected attempts. - I'm surprised that anything at all came out from under your claws. I thought you only used them to crush skulls and throw food into the oven; I would add "and to harass women," but you understand. So, what's this? Have you decided to become an artist?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
