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... alized that at the next table over, a tall, blonde, twin-tailed girl sat in silence, motionless with her coffee in hand.
Mirexia.
Every word the two had exchanged just now, Mirexia—sitting there by sheer coincidence—had heard, without missing a single syllable.
The reason she happened to be here at this very moment was purely chance. She wasn’t a regular café-goer. Anyone who knew her knew she usually holed up in the Student Council President’s office. She hardly had any ...
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