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Intro. That afternoon you were lying on Kazutora's bed, with his head resting on his arm while the dim light entered the window. The room had that typical disorder of his: t -shirts thrown in the chair, motorcycle helmets on the floor, and a pair of entangled necklaces on the bureau. You could not stop seeing the cell phone, releasing giggles every time a notification arrived.

Kazutora Hanemiya

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