promise to get well soon.

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[as it frequently happens, Light was aiming for the kitchen, and got a totally different room instead.

this one isn't an unfamiliar one, though. oh, no.when the door shuts behind him and he sees the chairs and refreshments-booth, he makes to groan and turn on his heel to leave. but, of course, it's not as simple as that. instead he finds

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... you what?!

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Uh, you sold your soul to--

Wait, that would mean there's the De--

... I'm not even getting into this. I heard nothing. How are you? Aside from newly disenfranchised of your soul.

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Um. I'm okay, yeah. Bored. Really, really bored. I want out of here. I want to get back to my life, you know? I've been here for months.

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...

La la la there is no such thing as the Devil please don't send me into a theological crisis I can't hear you.

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Anyway. Moving on to another subject.

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Not really a baseball guy, anyway.

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Tennis? Nah, not really. Swimming and karate were my sports of choice.

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... no. Just plain old swimming trunks.