You know I still like you the most
The best of the best
Aisha's confidence was infectious; Sam grinned, finding he wasn't quite as nervous about this as he thought he would be. Lacing his fingers together behind his back in a way that absolutely did not scream 'fighter', he explained: "You see, recently I...lost some of my abilities. I was hoping that I could learn how to better defend myself without upgrades. I'm not very gifted with um, physical fighting, or anything. ...As you probably guessed." It was hardly a secret that he was a wimp.
Rubbing his neck, he looked up and down the street, the crowds of people and the stalls with vendors, the windows with faces peeking out; this wasn't the best place to be embarrassed (as he was sure he would be). "Where is it that you teach?" Sam asked, hoping Aisha had some kind of secluded area in mind.
Rubbing his neck, he looked up and down the street, the crowds of people and the stalls with vendors, the windows with faces peeking out; this wasn't the best place to be embarrassed (as he was sure he would be). "Where is it that you teach?" Sam asked, hoping Aisha had some kind of secluded area in mind.
and the worst of the worst
You'll always be my favorite ghost
SAMuEL
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