Happy Life
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With an iron will, the underwear thief draws a single bead of sweat that has appeared on his temple back into his pores, carefully hooks a pair of the most inconspicuous pieces of underwear lying nearby with a couple of fingers, and very, very slowly pulls them out into the light, taking care not to disturb the woven structure of the items neatly arranged in the drawer.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
