Bop-Bop-BOp...dan-dan-badabeepbadaboop....
Daylight, he took of his rusted armor. He layed down his sword, breathed deep, and looked over the horizon. Three days plagued by rain, three days forever ridden by time, three days!
In three days, all would be a memory. Three days....never would he feel this moment of satisfaction.
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Buhay...buhay...buhay....Yes?
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