Shanks walked about the town, Luffy the small boy he was, at his shoulders. “I wish you were my dad. I don’t even know my dad. Why aren’t you my dad?” Luffy huffed as he rested his head on Shanks’ and pushed the sides of the straw hat down against the red-hair.
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“Because if I were you’d be a punk.” Shanks laughed. )
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