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*sigh* So, here I am, after being fired by my former master, at some school to take care of my new master. I don't understand why I was fired, it's not like I did something terrible, it's not like I meant for my old master to hear that I said his clothes make him look like a 14 year old girl with a lolita-complex. It's not my fault I like to speak my mind, I am a person after all, we like to speak our minds, and...
I should try and learn to keep my mumbling private... Less chance to get hurt...
Now...where is my new master...
I should try and learn to keep my mumbling private... Less chance to get hurt...
Now...where is my new master...