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  1. Rec 7

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    "Wolfwood's hands are cold, Vash realizes numbly.
    They're not meant to be cold, they're meant to be warm and lively as he points out things on the horizon, or as he's colorfully gesturing at Vash when he's about to do something stupid.

    Maybe they were always cold, maybe he always had frigid hands like this and Vash just never knew because he never allowed himself to hold them.

    Now he'd never get to know."

    Or, the burial of Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

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    10 Jul 2024

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    Klae you sadden me immensely.