Happy Life
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As a child, I wanted to have a brother or sister. Sometimes a couple of cousins would come to visit, and that was great. As a teenager, I thought, "How good it is that I don't have a brother." Not so long ago, I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't mind having a younger brother, whom I could teach to love seeds and beer and not be a pushover.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
