Seriously, I've been looking a little battered. Moving is physical work. So is adventuring. And let's be honest, I tend to bump into things anyway. But two weeks later, the dozens of bruises I have on my arms and legs should be going away, right?
Got out of the shower this morning and was reminded of one I had completely forgotten about. The telltale sign that you had fun at Rocket Day. The unexpected and unexplained contusion the size of an orange and the color of a plum.
On your badass.
Am thinking that one's gonna be there awhile.
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