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That which must never be said aloud.
Was my handiwork not good enough, or was it never meant to be patched?
What kind of cuisine do you make?
When you can’t go on anymore, come with me into this sanctuary.
You make everything so much more beautful.
Coming to office doesn’t feel all that bad now.
If there was a magic shop that can soothe all your wounds, how would it be like?
Is this the only freedom we can have…?
What choice would you have made?
The long night has finally ended and it’s now the start of dawn.
Sui's Haven 