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It's cold. Cold and rainy and...
It should be dry. Dry and hot and bright... either that or dark, dark like it was in Hueco Mundo before Aizen came.
Bed's still cold, too. Always cold, tch, stupid Il-
Not Szayel-Aporro, he's being an ass... as usual. Ulquiorra, ick. Noitora, hnn. Tesla, too damned nice, could be fun break if he'd stop worshipping Noitora. Di Roy, eehh.
Luppi. Alturo. ... Cirucci is going to grow bored with just two.
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Inside, today~ Need to rearrange the pillows and the trinkets... and the trophies.
Alfons, you can come in next time you bring a cake by, you know.
Hmm. Cold.