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Hated, thick-skinned, peeping Tom, shameless, frivolous, trouble-maker, horrible speaker, incarnate of awkwardness, masochist, the labels just kept coming, and none of them were good, not a single one.

The sight was not one easy to describe. Everyone present stared at Annelotte, jaws on the floor, unable to utter a single word.

Leguna's expression was colorful, and not in a good way. Every time Annelotte brought up another label, his expression greened a little more as if he had swallowed another fly. When she finally said 'masochist', his skin popped into orcish green.

[Whoa, your skin looks like mine now!] Gahrona commented, unable to hold it in any...

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