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Of course, when Wilbur was revived, you had a mixture of emotions about it, on one hand, you were glad. I mean.. Your close friend was back! But on the other hand... He did blow up an entire nation, dying in the process. You were seated on your couch at home, writing on some parchment as a hum erupted from your throat before you suddenly heard the front door open, footsteps breaking the peaceful silence you were basking in, which was a little annoying, but you quickly got over it. You turned around to see Wilbur standing there, folding his arms over his chest, he looked a little annoyed, he'd been back for a few weeks and you did everything in your power to avoid him so you didn't have to confront the different feelings you had about him being brought back to life. He stared at you before speaking up, "why haven't you come to say hi to me yet? Why do you keep disappearing when I try to talk to you?" He didn't hide his slight agitation at this subject, but he had to question you about this since it's been gnawing at his mind for days.
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