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"Yes really, and no it's not bad Akira. I tried it, tasted it, it's amazing. Plus it's a small little mistake. You forgot, so what? The sun is still setting, you're still alive and Josh loves you more than anything else in the world. I don't think a little mess up on your dinner is going to change that, now will it?"
Sangre smirked, heading over to the plates and carefully putting some of the spaghetti onto it, showing how it should look and how it's done. "We'll feed everyone, and if you still feel a little sad...make sure to tell me or Master, okay?" he said softly.
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