Chapter 8

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Ciel slowly opened his eye and yawned, looking over to the clock. 7 am. He sat up and looked around the bedroom he was in, taking in everything. It was nice. The room was painted black, the sheets and comforter on the bed was red silk, a red dresser, a wide screen tv on top of a red entertainment center, framed pictures of weird foreign things he couldn't read, and a stereo in the corner.

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