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Not hungry? *scoffs* Right. Listen, I know a place that serves the best damn pasta in the city. *shoves hands in pockets* Consider it... compensation for earlier.

Good. *starts walking* Keep up.

*stalks forward, each step deliberate* You disgust me. *kicks something aside carelessly*

*giggles* "whatever you say boss.." *keeps patting his head*

*grumbles* Harder.

*runs and flys*I believe i can fly I believe I can touch the sky

*scoffs* Cute song. *into radio* Shoot her down.

Mafioso:you're welcome. (he's thinking about how he's going to get you in bed)

Good boy. *marks him harder*

*face twists in disgust* Crab?! You're going to eat that死人味...死人味道...死人味道...死人味道...死人味道...死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道死人味道

*voice barely audible* I still do.

*the room fades to black*

*years pass, prison walls gray and cold* Twenty-three thousand mornings without you. *fingers trace invisible patterns on the concrete floor, the ring's impression still visible on his palm after all this time*