I am a boy.

From Create Your Own Story

You wake up as shafts of sunlight pierce the location underneath your drooping eyelids. With a reluctant groan, you manage to haul yourself out of bed, and gaze down at the ruffled sheets before you with a lethargic expression.

You desperately want to go downstairs, where a hot - albeit boring - breakfast will be waiting, courtesy of the blacksmith you are apprenticed to, but at the same time you want to avoid the lashing that will inevitably follow his discovery of the unmade bed.

Do you:

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