Mayah Playah
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Fredrich Waltz
Like always, Fredrich woke up earlier than Lock. He stationed himself at the kitchen, wearing a picnic-blanket-esque apron as he cooked breakfast. Dubstep music played in the peaceful kitchen, the dropped bass enough to shake nearby utensils. The usually stoic and calm detective nodded his head in rhythm with the song, and if you listened carefully you could hear him hum sometimes.
Like always, Fredrich woke up earlier than Lock. He stationed himself at the kitchen, wearing a picnic-blanket-esque apron as he cooked breakfast. Dubstep music played in the peaceful kitchen, the dropped bass enough to shake nearby utensils. The usually stoic and calm detective nodded his head in rhythm with the song, and if you listened carefully you could hear him hum sometimes.
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