Robin believes that everyone needs a place to call their own.
Somewhere away from these city-dwellers with their incessant screeching, those clutching hands that beg impossible favours from mythical benefactors.
Robin wonders if anything can compare with climbing the steps at the end of an exhausting yet exhilarating day and thankfully laying down your burden.
He says every man needs somewhere to put his feet up, a place to lay the head.
So he closes the door, sighs with relief and thanks the stars above for this, his own space.
He glances around.
Now… where to lay this head?
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