"Chris" was what I was called, at least where I am from, I am not that well known so if I left like I am now, my human like existence would vanish. But was that always a good thing? I was feeling warm as I was being worn against Zola, at this point in time everyone knew Zola so it wasn't a surprise, she was there and she was skilled, that's all you needed to know. But the most embarrassing part is when I realize myself, on this beauty of a warrior sat me, Chris, the human _____
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