originally posted in:The New Dojo
"You look happy. Wanna stay that way? Keep out."
Came a voice from behind him. It sounded middling in age, perhaps maybe 40-ish.
Whoever possessed the voice sounded tired and bitter, with some humor still showing through the cracks.
"This place ain't made for kids like you."
English
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"Kid?" He turned to face the man, a charming smile upon his face. "I'm sorry, sir, but I think I'm a little too old to be called a kid."