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[Prize] Sleep Well “That was incroyable, Gil!”
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“Yeah, you never told us you could dance like that, mi amigo!”
A strange, snake-like laugh filled the air as a tall, lean man with strikingly cerise eyes hopped out of the car parked at the curb, his shock of thick, silvery hair swaying in the light wind.
“What can I say? I’m just that awesome!” the man called as he waved from the sidewalk. The car purred away and Gilbert Beilschmidt turned away from the street, whistling to himself.
Running a hand through his pale hair, Gilbert made his way to the door of his brother’s house, dancing to music only he could hear. At the door, he dug in his pocket for his key. When his hand reached into his pocket and felt no familiar metal edge, a frown creased his face and he began to rifle frantically through his other pockets, a few German swe