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Why Larsa?
When I was a wee child, I was a lot like Larsa. I was well-mannered, courteous, and had absolutely no fear when it came to running off “for a good cause!” No, really, I was adventurous, yet totally dedicated to making others proud of me and happy. These traits are hard to reconcile, let me tell you. Also, I crossed my legs at the ankles and folded my hands in my lap -- my mother said it was proper, darn it, so I did. Myself aside, I honestly just respect the little tyke. He’s wee and cute and made of kitten’s whiskers, but he also has a backbone. He’s not afraid to say what he means, provided he believes whole-heartedly in his words. He stands up to his idol, and is willing to see him for what he is. He’s sweet yet strong, kind yet tough, and not a pushover. Honestly, I’m just happy to see someone who can be nice yet also unwilling to take, well, everybody else’s shit. It’s refreshing, and I relate to that. Also, he’s the most adorable little thing since peanut butter. I mean, look at his hair, IT FLIPS. The gloves, my God, the gloves! Finally, he's a history lover's delight. No, really. Trust me. We'd eat him with a spoon at my university. |