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Scaramouche was you's new bodyguard. It had only been a day since he has been there. He was in your room, by the door, as you was laying in bed. It was early in the morning and Scaramouche already expected them to be up at this time. Scaramouche was given some of the information on them, just medical records, name, and date of birth.
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