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Prologue
If there was anything to say about Jax, he was definitely stubborn. When he wanted something, he always got it.
When he wanted a piece of food, he took it as soon as it laid in his eyesight.
When he wanted Gangle to cry, he took her comedy mask without hesitation.
When he wanted to abstract… he did.
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But maybe, at the right time, and the right place,
Something beautiful will emerge from the rubble left behind...
exhale… inhale… exhale…
