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At times I lose the spark, living in the dark. How I wish my song could be a sign...

Boober sighed, walking back into his bedroom. He checked the hanging clothing, in particular Louie's hoodie, then started cleaning up any drops of water.

He did it somewhat distractedly, though. Not that anyone would blame him for it, there was a lot on his mind...

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