I looked up at the shelf that held my books. I had dozens now. Faithful friends who took me on journeys without judgement and without pity.
Books
What good is a book no-one can read, save for the paper?" He was lucky I'd had to let him live. If my glare could have started a fire, he'd have been charred.
What's the rule for fighting? Hit the soft parts with your hand and the hard parts with a utensil?
Humour
The whole room said, "Admire without touching anything and then get out.
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