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... most of the time he would fall asleep.

He would only wake up to eat and then bother Zuri and in the end, he would fall asleep again.

Even now, he was sleeping beside her, while Zuri was staring out the window, listening to the sound of the rain outside. It seemed the rainy season had already begun...

Zuri hummed the only song that she was fond of, as she drew mindless circles on Chaos’ arm that hugged her so close, while the man snuggled into her neck. His warm breath car ...

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