None of that matters to me though. When I finish all of the duties father has left for me, I can paint. I imagine what it would be like to be in far of places, like the beaches of Peanut Brittle Bay or the desert landscapes of Oatmeal Springs. I slay dragons, tame wolves, and even… have some friends.

Honestly… painting is the only things that kept me going for a long time…

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