"After all this year's that's the first thing you say to me? How about "master I missed you so much! I could not be happier right now!" I grimace at that, knowing he was making fun of me.
The foster home was run by a guy named Conalds Rishardson, a tall man with a protruding beer belly and constantly smelled of weed. The home itself was a large two story house that looked rather nice on the outside, but reeked of marijuana and beer on the inside. Needless to say that it didnt pass inspection protocals, but for some odd reason, no one had ever filed any complaints against the man or the living conditions.
Hope your character is not going to turn into a disappointment and really goes through growth like promised and gain comprehension and creativity increasing his cultivation through life and death battles or I don't mind revisiting this review again
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