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About Tokyo

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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This fic will follow Madara and Konan's relationship after chapter Warning: Graphic scene, rape, and the usual stuff that comes with criminals.

Finally, I decide to head to the Konan River. I needed some fresh air. The view was stunning! The water was glistening, and the sunset was on fire. I felt all the stress melt away. I sat on the bank, just chillin’. Then, I see this old man fishing. He catches a fish, and it’s like the biggest thing ever! I’m clappin’ for him like he just won the lottery.

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