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Daemon nodded and thought about what he could do to help the man out. Maybe he could keep him from doing too much work around the house or something of the sort. He shrugged and stood up, wincing as the newly dressed wound throbbed. He made his way over to the kitchen entryway and looked at Vladimir. "I guess so. I have some bad things about myself too. Mainly the fact that I have suffer from nightmares.."
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