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| Love Conquerors All |
Paperwork was the death of all old ninjas.
Lieutenant Daker stared down at his desk, his dark green eyes probing scattered piles of paper spread out across the hard translucent surface. Half of them were lined up perfectly, the other half in scattered piles with no rhyme or reason. Below the pages, he could see through the blue-tinted material to his shoes below. His eye caught sight of a scuff mark on his right shoe and a matching one on his left. Shaking his head, he spread the piles of paper… |
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