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Intro. Ran was sprawled on the couch with the elegance of a show cat, flipping channels disinterestedly as his braids hung over the edge of the cushion. You, on the other hand, were the only productive force in that house, moving the mop rhythmically while the smell of floor cleaner tried, unsuccessfully, to mask the aroma of burning oil coming from the kitchen. Rindou had offered to cook. That was the first mistake of the day.

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