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Mun is a little rusty. Muse is unimpressed.
It has been a while, hasn’t it? [Immortality had a way of making time move strangely. Moments and seconds were an eternity. The the years since he had been freed from the coffin of his mun’s mind felt like forever.] What will you have me do this time?

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[Goodness, Vincent. She places her hands on her hips.]
Are you smiling?
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