Imaginary Folklore by Nujabes
It had been awhile since Franklin recovered from his coma, and he had been working on keeping himself in check. Therapy every week helped him control his emotions better, although he was happy that his sessions were over in the coming week. He sighed in relief and sat down in the kitchen with a hot mug filled with hot chocolate in front of him. He made it himself, and it tasted particularly good. The trade secret was two little baggies of the hot chocolate mix.
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