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"Come again, sir."
Taking a bow at yet another satisfied customer, I finally closed the shop for the day as I roamed Lise's store for a few last-minute checks before retiring for the day. Seeing as my sister was preoccupied with some of our partnership stuff with Mathilde, I was left alone to man our shared livelihood while she went gallivanting on to who knows where doing god knows what.
Either way, I was left to manage myself with my newfound freedom.
"I'm bored..."
Feeling rather lazy at the moment, as well as not having Lise's presence subconsciously pressuring me to work, I did jack shvt to progress my projects for the day. I've been working nonstop lately, and I just didn't have the energy if my precious sister wasn't there to whip my responsible self back into gear. But then again, maybe that was just an excuse for me to procrastinate on either continuing to write another book or to at least make another weapon.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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