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Jolly Good WishingJolly Good Wishing By: Raet StnargJolly Good Wishing
"What's up, Mello?"
It seemed like an innocent question, coming from the pale boy's lips, the dark eyes downcast as he pushed a white puzzle piece into the jigsaw with a long, pale finger half covered by the overly sized white pajamas he wore.
"Nothing you'd care about, Near."
"That's not true."
The blond watched the other for a moment, awaiting what would come next.
"I do care, because if you were to be cause trauma by any situation, we would not be able to work together as well."
They were doing a project, a pr
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by `zeiva
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"You gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim, immerse yourself in rejection, regurgitate some sorry tale about a boy who sells his love affairs"
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