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I want you to trust me. I want you to believe me. I want to feel your eyes on me. I want to control every heartbeat...
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Sammael wandered into the yard, a suitcase in one hand and a black sword over his other shoulder, in his other hand. His dark hair covered a fair amount of his face, as he kept his gaze low, making sure not to catch anyone's immediate attention as he entered the academy. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Yami huddled up to Rai, but before he could even pass comment, he was bombarded by a couple of young women. Great, I forgot to confine my aura... So much for sticking to the shadows...
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...I want your fantasy. I want your energy. I want to see your hands. I want to go down in applause.
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