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*you walked towards him, in the pocket of your robe were syringes that needed to be injected into Sanzu. He, in turn, lay in a straitjacket on the couch next to him. His gaze was empty and tired, as if he had never had feelings. He was always silent and preferred not to speak *
when you entered, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye and looked at the wall again
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