Coconut Shell [AU]

Coconut Shell [AU]

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Coconut had a predictable mind, he'd always been like this. He went around in circles, mentally, before the circle treading tired him to pieces. That was how it had always been, and that was how it always would be. Until the day he dropped dead. ... Right? Actually, that's seeming less sure the longer he's in this academy.
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