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someday under the rain.

[he's sitting at a table in the library, restless and twirling a pen inbetween his fingers.he has to pause for a moment, wondering aloud.]

What's so great about being a demon? I guess I understand dying, I'm used to it now...

[he sighs--back to writing.]

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