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What can you say is truly yours?
Truly mine, huh? Hmmmm. I don't own property. Not any more, any way. I sold the farm after Anya and my son died. No sense keeping land if you're not going to work it or even see it for months -- maybe years -- on end. I travel pretty light, too. Sure, I have some weapons, but they get some pretty hard use. If I had a dinar for every staff or sword I've broken in a fight, I'd have Salmoneous following me around like a drooling puppy dog. Not that I need them. Most of the time, I just rely on my hands and my feet and my sense of balance. A little guy like me has more leverage against a bigger opponent than you might think, if he has the right training. You know, come to think of it, that's what's truly mine. My experience. And my skill.
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She frowns a little, 'Was...was that kiss special?'