Diary, Page 122 . Fangs of hell, rise!
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... Anise, too, huh? [sighs and shakes his head]
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[laying on his bed, arms crossed behind his head; he's looking sort of better, but still coughing a little; the coughing interrupts him a little, but he's humming a song]
Ah... Irvine, thanks again.
... Anise, too, huh? [sighs and shakes his head]
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[laying on his bed, arms crossed behind his head; he's looking sort of better, but still coughing a little; the coughing interrupts him a little, but he's humming a song]
Ah... Irvine, thanks again.
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