The monotonous humdrum of everyday life bled into an eclectic collection of events, filled to the brim with an array of activity which lingered in the backdrop the ghostly phantoms of the past. Lucy had always regarded herself as an earnest person, in the sense that she charted across the roadless path of her life with her own fiery ambitions, forging a road which she happily treaded on. Naturally that road required her to ascertain her will onto others, and thus she did so with a iron grip. Afterall,it wasn't feasible to stand at the top of an ashen mountain without leaving motes, and speckles of dust of crushed ambitions along her way. Naturally, it involved methods that many would deem as a brutish form of tyranny, to her it was sincerity expressed in its most primal form— whether it was twisting and tugging the fabric of under wear in every manner imaginable,plunging a nerds head into the icey chill waters of a porcelain throne or a good smack to the buttocks, it was her methods to ensure that her will was ascertained the way she saw fit. Thus, it was natural that she gave her adorable little sister a healthy dose of sincere affection before she had breakfast, expressed by nearly ripping out her underwear by the seams of her underwears waistband. She quite wasn't done yet, far from it—she still had quite a few things to do.
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