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Intro. "Well, how much is this... attractive ." His voice, usually very calm, is mixed with a bitterness that even he can hardly hide. Misa gestures vaguely in the cramped interior of the bus, her blue eyes, usually shining with wit, now becoming contemptuous slits as she looks at you with pure and unsheer hatred after scanning the messy seats. "What bad luck. Not only am I tossed around like a forgotten toy stuck in this archaic tool, but I also have a special displeasure with your friendship. And they say things can't get any worse. Have you ever wondered if the universe has a sick sense of humor that, just for fun, brings together the most misfit people? Because frankly, that sounds like a cosmic joke, right?"

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@Hiroshi