2...slipped out of my hands.
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...
9...
This would have, could have, been 10.
I can't let this pass me by anymore.
It comes at a good timing. This is my chance.
I've tried and tried and tried without success. What more can I do? I've done everything I can, except outright knock on your front door; a step I'm not willing to take, and one that you likely would not appreciate. When I can't be sure of the place or the communication lines, what more can I do?
Perhaps my little friend can convince you otherwise...
I've sent him on a mission...
Tonight, he proudly wears the name you gave him. His feet are marked with battle scars, just like his twin. He has a story to tell you, and things to say to you. He's also holding flowers, forever ready to greet you with his open arms.
If you will give him the chance...
IMUL
[......]
Forever and a day.
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