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You ever notice how,
Outside of the battlefield,
Unless your a fight-hungry barbarian,
All of life's pleasures are greater?
Like the gentle breeze on a Wendsday?
Like a cloudy Sunday?
So nice, isn't it?
Until someone snaps you out of it.
Cool breezes aren't as pleasant when occupied with life's work. So, it's just
Kind of nice to just enjoy life at your own pace, right?