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The book of love is long and boring
At the sound of footsteps coming down the aisle towards him Sam stiffened, thinking for some reason it had to be an unknown authority come to finally take him away, arrest him for his unspoken crimes that caused him to undergo such punishment from his own mind. When he looked however, there was not a group carrying weapons (in his imagination they always cut him with great swords) but a single man.
A rather handsome single man, he noticed through his depression, and looked down to the ground embarrassed. This was not the sort of person who came to talk to Sam. He was sure he was just in the man's way, moved his legs up so he could pass...but then he had stopped and Sam was being spoken to.
He tipped his head up. "Someone...like me?" Sam wasn't sure if he'd been insulted or praised, but still went on to answer: "It's just...been a very hard.." Life? "Time. With the Spire, and I've learnt some things about my past, and...it's just that I find this place to be a solace. Um. If I am in your way, I could move, Sir...?"
A rather handsome single man, he noticed through his depression, and looked down to the ground embarrassed. This was not the sort of person who came to talk to Sam. He was sure he was just in the man's way, moved his legs up so he could pass...but then he had stopped and Sam was being spoken to.
He tipped his head up. "Someone...like me?" Sam wasn't sure if he'd been insulted or praised, but still went on to answer: "It's just...been a very hard.." Life? "Time. With the Spire, and I've learnt some things about my past, and...it's just that I find this place to be a solace. Um. If I am in your way, I could move, Sir...?"
No one can lift the damn thing
