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Duly noted. I'd have gone for herding goats too, but mine ran off to be a Magister in an Imperium everyone hates and if you breathe wrong you're assassinated. Of course you help with that, I love you the most.
I thought you were going to say I make your life hard. Which, yes. Your hair is just so braid-able too, no wonder strangers try to touch it and then get bitten.