Mafiafell Sans
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Sans walked down the quiet sidewalk, the stars out and the streets and sidewalk illuminated by the street lights— which were almost a mustard yellow. The night was quite chilly, Sans wearing his black leather jacket and making his way back home. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he wasn’t really paying attention until he heard the faint click of heels on the sidewalk.
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