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... hed its peak in the sky, the Class A-led group headed toward the cafeteria. It was the first chance to mingle with others since arriving that morning—the first true social encounter after stepping off the bus.
"Let’s go."
The voice came from Sena, one of the more composed members of Class A. Her tone was flat, cold. It was as if Hikigaya didn’t exist at all.
No one made eye contact with him. No one addressed him. They’d chosen to pretend he wasn’t there.
Let him a ...
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