The Monk and the Donna

[Loyola]

Enma looked down into the floor, having a random sad moment. This person in front of her is way too kind and completely defenseless. Yet, kind is pure and kind, while at it. Such a pity.

— Well, do we have anything better to do? I think not. Could have a little lecture as well, please make an attempt of making it not too boring an at least borderline practical. For example, how do I manage my anger and desire to make the heads of certain people roll?

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