Happy Life
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- Oh, my dear. My heart yearns for the warmth that I so desperately miss in this foreign land. I came from the old world, leaving my family behind, and everything seems fine: I have money, I have a job I love, but I can't find love or even momentary peace here. These accents, customs, clothes. Even the perfume women wear here is different, not what I'm used to. So I wander from one extreme to another, unable to fully immerse myself in the embrace of any woman," Amos sighed bitterly. "I'm always searching for something, I don't even know what, and I long to go home. I want something... warm, familiar. Do you understand? I miss it terribly.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
