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β€ β Gaara stared down at his hands with a very upset and hurt look plastered on his little face. Sitting upon the roof of his own house, little Gaara watched the sun set. There was no need for sleep, and he knew that his Father would only yell at him if he went home now, so he decided to stay up here and watch the stars while thinking. Obviously, the little red head did not expect any visitors right now.














