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... amingo slowly woke from his deep coma, his fingers trembling slightly. He struggled to open his eyes and immediately snapped awake.

Instinctively, he reached up and touched his face, then let out a breath of relief.

Luckily, his sunglasses were still there.

"You're awake?"

A low, amused voice came from beside him.

Forcing himself to ignore the burning pain all over his body, Doflamingo gritted his teeth and sat up with great difficulty, cold sweat pouring ...

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