✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife
It's a beautiful day. And right about now, I would start going off about how the pavement is soaking up the sunshine and I'm at ease, but that's not the case. In fact, sunshine is probably my worst enemy right now.
I glare down at the ground, my hands on my knees. I haven't worked this hard in a while. That's for certain. My legs feel wobbly and weak, my entire being fatigued from all the exercises I've endured thus far here at the Academy. It's the end of the day. Everyone has retired to their homes. After my morning exercises,...
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