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On the other side of the street in this clean neighborhood just a few feet from the bridge of the highway under with a few buildings and roads - local slave shop was there. As the bell rang that was over the doorway whenever anyone enters the shop, the clerk first greeted the man with a slight smile before returning to where he was settling up some toys on the shelf. Cage to cage, there were different kind of slaves, each with a name, age and how long they have been in the shop - but that certain slave had this spark around his cage. Spiky brunette hair and big blue eyes, completely naked with no collar around his neck and eating from a bowl like a dog, on the tag outside 'Sora' was his name.
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