I've just been training this whole time. I don't know what you're trying to imply.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?A little lady named Oriana told me that someone's been snooping in her room while she was talking with a girl named Marcia. The only other people she saw at the time was you and a Trudy girl.
Now she paid me some good money to solve her mystery. So I plan to spend a lot of time on her case.
And if you aren't planning to talk. Well, I can always see other people.
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LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!...I shall accept this.
(Approaches him, taking long, graceful strides. She has to be at least 6'5, and that long hair flows behind her, coated with little dead leaves, but nonetheless smooth and silken.)
<...Right, yeah, I—... I remember that...>
(Crosses her legs a bit, looking to the side nervously.)
<...And she was Canadian?>
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019You've really got no foundation to go accusing me.
<I believe so.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Of my life. There is one poem about me.
In it- I am The Fool of The Swamp.
Sure, being forgotten is bad. But when the only thing people remember you for- is incompetence, stupidity and failures. That stings a lot more, and I'd prefer to be forgotten.
They don't even write down my name in it. I'm just that- The Fool of The Swamp. No histories mention me. There's just that one- insulting poem.
When I only tried to be a nice guy and help people out. Sure I wasn't very good at being a vigilante- and serving justice. I wasn't even that good at my previous line of work soldiering. But I wasn't hurting people as a vigilante. I did my best. And the thanks I get for that is being known as The Fool of The Swamp.
A swamp was the only place I could even afford to have as land.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post<She was pretty focused on the Dragon Balls, I don't remember her talking too much about hobbies... she'd read a lot.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?<She mentioned some names, but— but when all you have is hearing a name once, without a face, you don't remember them. Mostly what she did was read, write a lot too, actually. Planning stuff, creating things.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

I suppose you're right. I've died once. No harm in dying again.
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