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... an adventurer. Standing in line now, watching his fool of a friend dance around like he was going to piss himself, all he could think about was the skill he wanted.
God, give me something powerful! Something that will let me be the greatest and strongest! Strong enough to conquer the tower and never return to this back ass town again.
His dad wasnt here, and his mom wouldnt come watch either. Even though there were crowds lining the street, each person cheering for everyone like ...
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