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 | | Ryoji Kaji flinched, took a half-step backward, released Maya, as the front of his shirt jumped and a blood-soaked hole appeared high on his chest. |
 | | He was momentarily dumbfounded by what he'd just witnessed; for a long moment, he just stood there in stunned silence, trying to parse the fact that yes, he'd just seen Ryoji Kaji die of a gunshot wound that -nobody had inflicted-. |
 | | To the blindingly thick mists and the sounds of Kaji and DJ still laughing fit to burst, the pizza guy said plaintively, "This is the door the security dude told me to come in, just for the record." "CUT!" bellowed the director. |
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