Sikke sighs, lying on his back in the arena, he’s been bored all day. Maybe he can go bother Abram? No. Abram was probably asleep. Challenge someone to a duel? Nah, no one would duel him. Andile, some daughter of Ares stormed over. “What?” Sikke asked. “You stole my stuff, punk!” Sikke narrowed his eyes “Huh? No.” She shoved a note in his face, it was signed by him and written in Dutch “That’s not my handwriting.” He flopped back into the dirt of the arena, letting himself get sunburnt
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28/06/2025
*The girl raises an eyebrow, and then she says* "Hamilton? You've got to be kidding me."
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