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“I’m not sure if I liked it,” the boy sniffed with a dignified air as he sat in the Shinigami’s lap inside the fake plastic racing car. He was only sitting in Ryuk’s lap because the Shinigami, over-excited over his latest win, had dragged a very ruffled and irritated Light into his lap to hug him again. Light hadn’t yet extracted himself from
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