#witdriven

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"santa isn't real,"

   “Inoue!!” Voice raised for only a moment before he dissolved to a smile and tucked his hands into his pockets. “I’m kidding. I know that, but let me try to convince Koba that he is!                          Wouldn’t that be funny?”

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“That was close.”

    "I had it under control! Anyways, what’s a robbery without a little gun fire?”

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            “I mean, sure.” A hand brushed off his logical talk,    “But where’s your      sense of romanticism? All these vines give it such a.... mmm... fantasy feel?      Like a totally different world!”    His energy soared just from talking about it,      hyping even himself with his imagination,   while he went to a cart lightly off      the ground. With a strain,     he was able to get the cart to swing slowly and      with a loud groan.      “Woah! It sounds so eerie! What if we get cursed by a      ghost or something, Inoue? Haha!” 

            Then a hand grasped the top of the seat pull himself up.       “Hey! Let’s       record how high I can climb!”     He was a special treat to get Inoue into his       shennanigans,    and something about that made him want to do something       impressive.   What better thing to do than clumb decrepit equipment, right?

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          “The police trust you guys to help cases?... But... You’re just kids!       Brats! Tykes!” His dad was a detective and getting a foot in the door      was like pulling a tooth and a nail. “Why do they trust you? “