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When Anton was born, someone turned up the volume of the world to eleven. He spent his life trying to get it turned down again.

His methods were benign at first: Anton was an orderly child. Toys on the floor felt too loud to him. He put them(more)
"Are you building a model kit?" Gotou said as he put down the plastic convenience store bag beside Masayoshi. "The entire apartment stinks like glue again."

"No," Masayoshi said, eyes very nearly crossed as he focused on the model in his hand, paintbrush in his teeth.