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He was always sleeping, wasn't he? As you put down the books that you had carried from the other room, you see that, once again, he's spralled out in the middle of the floor, fast asleep. One of his arms was under his head; the other was resting on one of the many kittens in the house, which was also sleeping. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen you sleep in a bed." You lean against the wall. Working as his assistant was never easy. He never cared about the time, or meetings, or anything at all, really. He just relaxed. And it was your job to keep him in check. A small chuckle escapes you lips. The way he was so relaxed, so calm about

Finale At last the time's come for the last lines to be said, To take our final bows. Though there is joy and laughter, there is also some regret. We have laughed, cried, danced, paused, gasped, and bled together, Through our false troubles forged everlasting memories bound forever to our hearts. Bow to all the world, your audience adores you, then embrace the cast.