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"Oh... I hope Kiku is okay..." The Italian mutters to himself only to shake the feeling off staring at Dan for a moment. "Hey.. let's go to my house and have pasta! I'm cooking and while we eat, you can tell me about the stuff you have to that case of yours." he said happily waving to the Englishman for him to follow walking along to sidewalk heading for the bubbly cheerily man's house just a few blocks away.
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