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(CONT.) Was her fate so truly cruel that it left nothing, but sourness of unsweetened lemons? Perhaps, yet she accepted that very fate the day she ate the devil fruit that saved lives at the cost of her own.

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(CONT.) nightmare. She remembered it as much, body burning with the type of contempt she always lived in fear of as she gripped tightly to a wall that was stained with red. A copper from her own aching body as she slowly walked down the hall of the sinking ship, water rusting at her feet.

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(CONT.) she replied. ❝ But if you are curious, instead of circling the questions like a shark, you can ask, Law. ❞