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the man stared into the sun like bambi stared into headlights. NEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHAAAYYYY his eyes began to boil like cooking broth but he didn't care, it was time to go home. he fell silently to his knees like an autumn leaf falling off the cold branch of an unsuspecting oak tree to the ground only to be stepped on by kindergartners who didn't care similar to how you didn't care if the candle wax got on the floor. he was also stepped on literally by some kindergartners like a worn out doormat. he was dead. like dead thingss are dead. the man's name left his lips in a cold, unsuspecting, shaking, quivering sigh... M u k u r o R o k u d o . . .
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the next day, like the next page you turn in this novel, was very, very, dim. everyone wept like willows arms dangling by their side like an old forgotten stitch doll that got all grody and dusty. everyone was sad. like that Picasso painting when the blue man is folded into himself. a lady stood like men stand at board meetings over rokudo's corpse. her name passed by her friends lips like spaghetti passed by their lips at Christmas dinner. C h r o m e D o k u r o . . .
they felt horrible like you feel after eating 4 consecutive bean burritos from taco bell. all chapped and flaming because chrome had those spicy tacos. except less flatulence and more tears. she wondered what has happened like she wondered what happened to her old goldfish that was suspiciously found dead on the floor. he probably drowned she concluded. Drowned like her goldfish except he technically he didn't rly drown, he suffocated but its the same. Tears slid down her poreclein cheeks like water dripped from old leaky faucets. she knelt down beside the dead brother and GOOD FELLAS good. the lady sighed. she was a purple haired maiden in diz world. she sobbed like how the horses suffered. "mukuro" she sobbed crying. "m u k u r o.." she repeated like an old broken record. "wat has i done!"
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chrome killed herself. like when people are depressed. with 1 last tear she allowed to fall from her purple eyeball down into the open flame that was her soul she hang above the black abyss of snakes called life.
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Seventeen years later.