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Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis. The name on the tip of my tongue. The name that always resided there. Safe in my mouth. Muddled in memory but I could always taste him. Always. The words always seemed to want to rush out of my mouth like a dam about to break. He stands serene as ever, a hardened look in his eye as he seems to recognize me. The dam breaks, I speak. And the first words that tumble off of my unpracticed tongue remain as they were for several eternities;

"Sebastian."

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[SOME mature content. you have been warned.]