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As you have probably read in the summary, this is a story of, nothing, about nothing, written by nothing. Please enjoy.
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"Is this true?"
"Yes, sir."
Koenma sighed and set down the papers. He looked back at George.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir."
"Positive?"
George shuffled around nervously, knowing the imminent danger he was in. "Yes, sir."
"Absolutely positive?" The edges of Koenma's ears turned a stark, deep red. His eyes narrowed as he willed the papers to burst into flame.
"Yes, sir." Koenma boiled.
"Why the Hell would they change the price of those rice balls? I love those damn things!"
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I bid adieu to you all. Farewell.
Trapped.