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... ough energy to aim so he doesn’t go face first into his bowl of stew. The stew would have probably been softer than the table, but his stomach has designs on the stew. Once he can convince his arms to gather the energy to actually let him eat.
“Uugh…” he groans, fully aware of the smiles and suppressed laughter of his friends as they sit with much more dignity in the guild hall than he does.
“The first couple days are the hardest,” encourages Freddie, the orcish lad smiling at th ...
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