After deleting my last art book, I've done some rethinking, and I've decided that I'm not gonna stress abt updates this time, and I'm not gonna delete it again (hopefully) if I hate the stuff at the beginning. So whatever happens, happens. Just rand...
The star squire is fed up with the court. The absolute tyranny of being made to write down everything this floating canine head says at NINETY MILES AN HOUR is just... He's done. He quits.
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