D-I-E Act 1 - E.T.

Making the depresso shake his head and take a mental note. logging wasn't much different.

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A Guardian Friend

“man, which barista gave you the depresso shots today?” decro chuckled. “just been thinking a lot, i guess. besides, some company in my workshop will be nice.” “yeah, of course.” they drank from their bottles. “oh, right!”

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D-I-E Act 2 - Composure

The depresso answered lackadaisically. "mo told me you could do more with it." "you can." harater informed, pawing to adjust his cloak. "knowing that bird though, he's got something planned..."

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