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... ears as I sit on the bed fiddling with my guitar.
It was a rough knock, one that might be considered rude by some, but when I think about who is on the other side of this door... such thoughts vanish.
This must be the most polite and gentle knock they could manage.
"Come in."
I set the guitar aside and slowly got up from the bed, walking toward the table where my teacup was placed.
Soon, a massive forearm, as thick as something that could crush a head lik ...
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