Busy.
Busy.
Always busy.
I am leaving you alone for a little while.
I saw you,
five minutes ago,
you were outside with your Katana,
practicing as always
Gotta run.
Things to do.
Kittens to eat.
Fingers to take.
When I get back I should have something special for you this time.
The Big, Bad, Wolf.
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