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I know that feeling. I remember it like a good dream. Soaring through the air, his strong hands around me. I reach up and ask him to do it again, but he tells me I'm getting too big. I feel a pain deep in my chest that won't go away. It makes me ask him again, but he keeps saying no. No matter how much I try, he tells me that I've had my fun, and it's time to stop. I give up. I hate giving up, but I give up. The pain is immense and I know my face falls into a sad look. I don't want to look sad, but I am. Imagine how happy I was, when while I walked away, I felt those strong hands again, and I rocketed up in the air. All I could do was smile as big as I could. The wind rushed around me, and I felt myself get dizzy, but I never wanted it to stop.
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.
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