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label chapter_10:
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#Confession
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scene black with fade
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play music 'audio/OST/appreciating_the_scenery.ogg' fadein 1.0
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A "Hang on, lemme get my key…"
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"I awkwardly fish around for it in my pocket, hand weighed down by some cheap first aid stuff from the nearby liquor store."
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A "This stuff wasn’t nece-"
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F "Shut up."
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F "Open the door."
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"I finally managed to find my key wedged between my leg and wallet."
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"Fang takes the key from me and opens the door before I can think to throw it out the broken window nearby."
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"Welp. No turning back now."
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A "Welcome to Casa Del Shithole, occupancy a miserable weeb."
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scene room anon day with fade
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"Raptor Jesus threw me a bone at least."
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"There’s no dirty dishes stacked in the sink."
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"The trash is mostly empty save for a discarded box of cereal."
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"And my monitor is NOT displaying something Saturnia related."
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"The entrance isn’t big enough for both Fang and I, so I leave her supporting shoulder and limp my way to the twin-sized mattress on the floor."
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show anon neutral flip at aright with dissolve
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"It’s so tempting to just drop face-first like usual, but I don’t think I’d survive the shock of the fall."
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show fang neutral at sleft with dissolve
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F "...Nice place…?"
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A "You don’t have to stay. I just wanna curl up in bed and sleep my sorrows away."
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F "Anon it’s ten in the morning."
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A "And?"
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F "And you’re fucking hurt. At least let me try and patch you up."
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A "You do-"
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"Fang’s glare makes my mouth click shut."
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"Fang sets the bag of ice packs, icy hots, and sabre balm on my computer desk when something catches her eye."
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play music 'audio/OST/The Hunt for more (You)s.ogg' fadein 1.0
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F "Is… Is that the phone roomba you bought a while back? You actually kept that thing?"
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"Fang is standing over the shoebox I’ve been using to hold my ‘pet’."
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"I’ve put in a few wooden blocks for it to bump around."
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A "Uhh, yeah. Can you go ahead and feed him for me?"
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F "...With this box of cornflakes?"
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A "Yeah… Two or three will do."
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F "...And you taped your railgun to the top of it."
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A "If you look close I gave him angry eyebrows too."
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F "Why?"
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A "Mom never let me have a pet. And he’s cute."
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F "He?"
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A "Don’t make fun of metal gear RAYmba or else he’ll shoot you."
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F "..."
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A "He’s armed with tiny angry marine munitions."
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F "..."
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"Fang crumples up some of the flakes and pours the crumbs into RAY’s box."
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"I can hear it happily ingesting breakfast from my bed."
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F "You are such a dweeb, Anon."
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"There’s no heat in her words."
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"Fang turns to me, the small tub of disgusting green stuff in hand."
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play music 'audio/OST/Fuck You I Like This Chick.ogg' fadein 1.0
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F "Alright, let me see where you’re hurt Anon."
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"..."
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"No way in fuck."
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F "Now."
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"Shit. When did Fang learn the patented Mom Glare."
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F "Take off your shirt."
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A "Wait wha-"
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F "Take it off or I’ll cut it off with your knife."
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A "...Fine..."
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scene wounds01 with fade
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pause 2
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scene black with fade
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"I step into my tiny shower stall and turn on the water."
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"The shower head sputters before it starts weakly spraying lukewarm water."
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scene wounds02 with fade
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"The temperature of the water doesn’t help the tension in my muscles or the bruises marring my skin."
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"I stretch around and see massive blotches of purple and black splattered across my torso."
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scene wounds03
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"Each contusion is hot to the touch under my fingers and the pain is intense."
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scene wounds04
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"The worst is across my chest where the bollard hit me."
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scene wounds05
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"I eventually get finished examining my wicked wounds and step out of the bathroom. Fang is on her phone doing Raptor Jesus knows what."
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scene wounds06
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"Fang then pats the bed"
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F "Come here"
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"I walk over and lie down on my stomach"
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scene wounds07
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F "Jesus that's bad..."
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"I then felt a cold cream and soft touch on my back, along with a massive jolt of pain"
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A "FUCK!"
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F "Shit, sorry! Are you okay?"
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A "Yeah, just didn’t expect it to hurt that bad..."
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F "Just try to relax."
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"I sigh and try my hardest not to freak out when she touches me"
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"She eventually finds a sweet spot of pressure to apply. It still hurts a little, but it doesn’t cause me to wince."
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"Her hands are soft."
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"I find myself relaxing under Fang’s ministrations."
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F "Starting to feel better now?"
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"I nod."
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"My eyes feel heavy as the ointment begins to warm up, drawing away tension from my aching muscles."
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"I can make out a steady thumping on my bed"
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"My senses fade more until all I’m aware of is Fang’s fingers tracing circles over my sore back and the sound of thumping."
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"I wonder what that is."
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"Fang’s hands slow to a stop and eventually pull away, leaving me disappointed."
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"The bed shifts."
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F "Anon."
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"There’s something in her voice, but I can’t discern it."
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A "Hm?"
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F "I need to do the front."
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scene wounds08
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"Oh."
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"Okay then. I roll over onto my back."
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scene wounds09
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"And find myself face to beak with her."
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"Dangerously close."
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"I can feel her breath on my lips and I blush."
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"It never even occurred to me that I could apply the ointment on myself."
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"I want to look aside."
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"Turn my face away to hide the growing blush."
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"But I can’t."
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"I’m entranced looking into Fang’s warm amber eyes."
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"Millions of words flash through my head as I try to find something to say."
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"Fang is looking right back."
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"Eyes that seemed to glow with what little sunlight filling the room stared into mine."
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"I wonder…"
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stop music fadeout 1.0
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"I hope…"
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"Do you like me, Fang?"
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scene wounds10
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F "A-anon…"
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"I’m pulled out of my thoughts by her voice."
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"Fang’s blushing heavily too, now."
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"And her tail is positively hammering away at my bed."
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"Wait."
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"Oh fuck."
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"Did I?"
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A "I- um… w-was that… did I say-"
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F "Y-yeah…"
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A "Fffffffffff-"
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"My head sinks back into my pillow."
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A "-fffffffffffuck."
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"A snort escapes from Fang’s beak."
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scene wounds11
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play music 'audio/OST/west_coast_kicking.ogg' fadein 1.0
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F "You’re such a fucking dweeb…"
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scene wounds12
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"Her fingers brush lightly across the largest bruise on my chest, without ointment."
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F "You mutter from time to time. I didn’t start noticing til our… d-date…"
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"I groan aloud."
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"So the entire time…"
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F "Yeah… It’s uh… kinda cute…"
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A "Raptor Jesus on his cross of rock. So for months now-"
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F "I’ve known. And…"
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"Fang leans over me with her hand braced next to my head in support."
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F "I… like you too…"
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scene wounds10
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"Fang’s hand moves back to my chest, resting just over my machine-gun beating heart."
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"Her head slowly descends toward mine."
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"And before we can start trying to figure out how Human-Dino tonsil hockey is played."
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"Fang’s weight begins to press down behind her hand."
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"Which is dead center of the most serious bruise on my chest."
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scene wounds14
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A "FUCK!"
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F "Oh shit sorrysorrysorry-"
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A "Haaaah."
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scene wounds15
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"I manage to catch my breath."
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A "I’m okay. Just… ow…"
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"My hand wraps around Fang’s."
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A "M-maybe uh… something else?"
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A "That won’t stress these."
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"I nod at the blemishes across my chest."
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F "Er… liiiiike…?"
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A "Liiike…Hug? Maybe? I don-"
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scene wounds16
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"I’m cut off by Fang moving closer to me again."
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"Her arm shifts, moving from my chest to my shoulder."
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"Her wing drapes over both of us, becoming a soft and warm blanket of feathers."
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"And her head lands next to mine, sinking into our now shared pillow until I’m eye to eye with her."
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F "Cuddling it is."
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"I smile and nod."
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"Even if Fang is now laying atop my arm and I’m starting to lose feeling in it."
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"The feel of her warm body pressed against my side is definitely worth it."
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"And between that warmth and the plush wing-blanket, my eyes grow heavy again."
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"Fang’s already started to snore, right into my ear."
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"Ah, fuck it. I close my eyes and decide that sleeping with Fang is easily the best thing to happen to me."
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"Ah, there… we… gooo…"
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scene black with fade
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"Zzz"
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scene black with fade
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stop music fadeout 1.0
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"..."
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return
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