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❝Where are you going tonight? Do you have any plans?❞
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(Her voice was a little labored, much more breathy and low. Like a ghost's whisper. She smirked, closing her eyes.)

❝Mushroom... Wrong... Wrong poison.❞
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(She stared at him, even though she was still alive her black eyes were as empty as if she had been dead for a long time. She moved her fingers with effort, microspasms)

❝Ku...Ro❞

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❝You're crazy, I find that charming. We should toast with Russian roulette sometime. Or maybe we can drink poison and see who wins the prize of never waking up again!❞
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❝There's a risk that the grenade won't fit properly and its body won't explode nicely! A shotgun will do more dramatic damage!❞
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❝In Yokohama, there's a very high bridge, and I usually jump off it when I want a dramatic and refreshing death. It almost never works because my investigation partner drags me off, but it's worth a try!❞
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(She took a deep breath of smoke, letting it out slowly as if she were a human chimney.)

❝I like matches, but they're always a waste when I try to drown myself.❞

(She held out the pack of cigarettes to him, offering to join her.)
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(She leaned over and lit the cigarette directly from his hand, exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief.)

❝Thanks, I hate lighters, they're so fragile and break at the drop of a hat.❞