whatever came next, head on...

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he pulled up a large banner to place underneath the sign:

"Grand Opening! The First Ten Cases Will Receive A Discount!"

That should be enough for now...

Yawning and stretching his limbs, X-Kaliber shuffled back inside his suite. He wasn't expecting much to happen, but he was eager to greet⮟

rough part of town, the sign came alive with a bright blue flame that shined iridescently against the off-white walls. It read thusly:

"𝙉𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮"

'Great, all I need some clientele... Ah one more thing!'

Quickly using the ladder he had borrowed from a neighbor,
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knick-knacks to place around the office space but for now, he was content.

All that was left was the signage.

X-Kaliber could not be considered an electrician by any stretch of the imagination but he managed, somehow.

Above his second story suite, in a rundown little shopping outlet in a⮟

mattress atop of it, which made a loud *pop* when it connected together. Perfection. He then gathered a number of random sheets, pillows, and blankets and piled them together atop of it. He could make the bed later, but now it was done.

He could finally call this place... home. He still a few
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had an amazing grasp of this large box. He was quick to assemble it in the furthest room in the suite, away from prying eyes. Luckily for him, the last tenants also made this a living area that he could take full advantage of.

Once he was done with the bed frame, he slammed down a memory foam
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paranormal texts. An ornate desk inherited from the family estate. A number of posters from his favorite movies. In a matter of hours, he was nearly done.

Doing away with the mattress, he returned to his truck to grab a box with a ready-to-prepare bed frame. For a man that was nearly six-foot, he
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Throwing himself awake from his inflated mattress, X-Kaliber yelped. Though he had known that the darkness was all in his mind, those sensations persisted. In an attempt to put it all out of his mind, the man got to work moving in his furnishing into the suite.

A few shelves stocked with
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