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It was late at night when Sasuke sat down on the kitchen floor, a tomato on a table in front of him.
He was there, waiting and pretending to be eating a late dinner, every now and then. A ghost white face appeared at the door, which he knew belonged to his brother.
He looked more tired than emotioneless, which actually wasn't that much of a rare ( Read more... )
He was there, waiting and pretending to be eating a late dinner, every now and then. A ghost white face appeared at the door, which he knew belonged to his brother.
He looked more tired than emotioneless, which actually wasn't that much of a rare ( Read more... )
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