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famille-est-amour
asymphonyoffear
southfuckingitaly
ingodwetrusted
angelwingedwolf
quietcatastrophes
icequeenofalbania
songofsilk
Ludwig sighed deeply as he got off of the train. Finally, he was off work, and was able to get home. Now all he had to do is walk the rest of the way there. He did not mind too much. Walks always helped calm his nerves, well enough at least. So this small walk home was not so bad, though he would like to get there as soon as possible to rest.
He walked forward, holding the briefcase at hand, keeping his eyes forward. He began to think about his day a bit; wondering over it really. He had a few things to do tomorrow, after everything he had to do today. Germany could not say that he was looking forward to that so much, but there was not much use in complaining he supposed.
The German was a bit taken aback once he felt himself bump into someone with his shoulder. Of course he paused.
"Ah, sorry about that. I was not paying any attention."