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Medvedson crawled under the table. Under the table, he found an elf. He found it and was happy. Suddenly, his soul felt lighter.
"I knew it," grumbled the warrior. "Does the Chosen One know about this? Or are you doing things as usual—making a decision and that's it? And he sits there, reading books and dreaming, hoping you won't come back."
This paternal responsibility is no easy task. I need to have a drink.
"I knew it," grumbled the warrior. "Does the Chosen One know about this? Or are you doing things as usual—making a decision and that's it? And he sits there, reading books and dreaming, hoping you won't come back."
This paternal responsibility is no easy task. I need to have a drink.