(Cレヴォ24) [bolze. (rit.)] Nov. 3rd 1998 no idea
#69473 - “Dad!” My daughter yelled down to me in a way only a daughter can. My eyes were still closed and head held high as my thumb and index finger pinched each side of the strap together and effortlessly flicked it apart. It had made me a good leader in combat situations, a good friend to those who needed me and I had hoped- at least till this point- a good farther.