375 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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“Hey, Wordler 375. Are you nervous?”
“I’m still just Joe until the ceremony,” said Joe. “And come on. Do I look nervous to you?”
Belinda considered his appearance. “Hmm. If anything, you look too relaxed for someone who’s about to defend the village from an ancient evil.”
“You’re talking about my shirt, right? I know it’s not conventional, but how could I go on a quest without my lucky shirt?”
Belinda sniffed the Hawaiian-patterned button-down and groaned. “Couldn’t you at least wash it? You’re going to be meeting the QUEEN.”
“I can’t wash it,” said Joe, defensively. “Remember that epic luau we threw in the backyard? All the mess of sticking that apple into the pig’s mouth? You can’t wash away good times like that.”
“You weren’t supposed to use a live pig.”
“I know that now, don’t I? It was a learning experience.”
“Babe, that ratty old shirt doesn’t even fit you anymore. You must have put on 40 pounds since you bought it.”
“40 pounds of muscle.” Joe slapped himself in the chest. “And that’s the whole point of this shirt. It’s the last article of clothing I own from back when everyone teased me for being too tall, too thin, and too awkward, before I filled out. It reminds me where I come from. It keeps me humble. And I have a feeling I’m going to need to remember that on this quest.”
Belinda sighed. “It’s good to be humble, and there’s certainly nothing more humble than wearing that shirt.”
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