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Nil set his guitar aside, it was his acoustic. He stood up and walked through the abandoned building that he lived in. He wrapped his thin arms around himself to stay warm. He stopped in front of a desk, and ruffled through the papers. He found what he was looking for, a Chinese food menu. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and dialed the delivery number. He gave them the address for his building and made his order, then hung up. He sorted through some more papers on his desk, most were song lyrics and music scores.