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• 1 It was natural. It was his party. Fumi peered out into the city and breathed in the smell of aged wine. A million dollar yacht adorned with layers of glamour and gold. Not that he was the materialistic type. No, all the planning went to his partner in crime, Kemi. A cunning little girl spoiled to the core and just as rotten. Yet, she was lovable all the same. How old was he now? 17. Another year closer to death. A whole new 365 days,  thousands of hours, and millions of seconds to waste and struggle through. In fact, the idea of celebrating his birthday seemed as close as odd to Fumi. It had been so much of a surprise tha