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Aviators: A Fictional Narrative

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"You must really enjoy my company, not many people call askin' to see me again." Aviators covered his eyes, despite their indoor setting. Bleach blonde hair was littered with faded streaks of red, clearly done at home. Karkat simply shrugged, lifting a white ceramic cup to his parted lips, sighing blissfully at the steaming coffee warming him up. He held the cup close to him, the heated ceramic calming him down significantly.

"You're intriguing, I guess."

"Intriguing? That's new." Dave mused, leaning back in his chair

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