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The mali'aheral woman looks to her small pink diary

upon her wooden coffee table, she'd drum her nails melodically.

Soon her topic came to her.

 

"You make me do things,

I don't want to do.

These pills and potions, 

nearly have me overdosing.

This little voice inside my head

do you hear it too?

I want to make a choice

but it tells me 'no you can't'

I want to silence these voices,

to show them I am in charge.

I won't let this voice be the 

master of opportunities lost.

But to fight back, when I even try

I've never been more scared."

 

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Augustus found the diary and read it. He wears a blank face as he continues to eat his bread

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Ser Rakim stumbles upon the little pink diary after abusing his ET pex to get inside the mali'aheral's house.

 

"Boy, I sure hope I don't have daughters. This one seems like a handful. GOD bless her parents with prosperity in their old age for raising this one. Or...-GOD damn them for failing?"

 

Ser Rakim puts the little pink diary back on to the wooden coffee table before curiosity gets the better of him and he starts snooping around for necrotic monsters in the female mali's home.

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A simple mercenary would frequently be found over-dosing on 'Stoneskin' and 'Crimson Vase.' Due to this he would be often seen in Johannesburg bolting around at fast speeds tackling down random female elves for no apparent reason, the damages done to said elves most of the time crippling based off of this man's abnormally thick skin.

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