Happy Life
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- I doubt I'll live that long. For some reason, lately I've been feeling like I don't have much time left, - he rubbed his sore neck, which had been cut a year ago near the phantom shop. - What's the situation? I don't know for sure, but it's probably Zumi... Why don't you just punch me in the face. Although that's the least I deserve.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
