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[align=left]AMUN GHANA ━ PAGE ONE

[align=left]Amun Ghana, my other half. . . My brother. He is still new to the customs of clan life and I can understand that since he was in my mind for the most part of his life. It's selfish really, how I kept him there but I had believed that if he was there in my mind no one would hurt him in this often cruel world. Eventually this man came along claiming to have known my brother, [b]my brother. His name Cairos, he had joined the clan and well, I just don't feel comfortable in my own skin whenever I am around that man. It isn't all that fun whenever someone out of the blue claims to know your sibling more than you do and tell them that they're someone else. It's absolutely infuriating. I haven't been spending as much as I'd like with Amun though he seems to be caught up with these letters that he seems to get from almost nowhere or thin air. It's strange but, I've read some of the letters and well, some of them are quite lewd whilst others are generally "fluffy" (is that the term??) or sad. He tries hiding them from me and telling me "sister why is that so funny?" "sister this" "sister that", it's just too cute and I want to pinch his cheeks. It's adorable how he gets frustrated over all these letters yet it had me thinking, if I am a Goddess (I don't even look my part) then that means Amun is a God as well. The God of Lewd Letters. Maybe, I'll call him that the next time we spend some time together. But on a more serious note, he's not too impressive in appearance (like me, I'm Plain Penny too. . . is that a term for it?? hell, if I know) and that's nice to be honest. We can both be Plain Pennies. God, this page is so cringey. I shouldn't use anymore of that slang. . . It doesn't sound right on my tongue. Uh, the littler things. . . He's a black jaguar wears a necklace. . . Loves googly eyed rocks and will talk to inanimate objects (plants, rock, etc. . . You name it he's there). He also doesn't seem to realize that he isn't in my mind anymore and often finds himself saying things about other people. It's sometimes rude but I often find myself snorting at how ridiculous it is. . . How clueless he can truly be. . .

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