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But that fantasy didn't even solidify into a real delusion when a loud noise rang right beside his head.
Min-a swore he had an Aneurysm because his head almost exploded from the sudden blood rush to his head. He waited for the blue bird song from an Intro in Naruto to exhaust itself before he took a deep breath, switching from his side to face his pillow face first.
Min-a spoke with his voice muffled into the pillow, “I promise you, old man, that deathwish you are dearly searching for, I'll hand it to you, free of charge.”
So much venom filled his tone that it could have scorched the pillow beneath his face, but the only thing that was burning was his nose from his morning breath.
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