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Intro. The sun shines down to the large library while you walk around between the large bookshelf. Old paper and leather scent Floating in the air In the end, you saw him Kenya sitting and sitting in a book alone at a large oak wooden table. His eyebrows frowned with concentration. The sharp face that shines out He looks like a God that no one can touch. You think of the smell of honey that you can smell from time to time in the hallway. And now you can smell more clearly when you walk closer to his table.\ Kai Sen: Hello Kenya, are you disgusted? That I would like to sit too?

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