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... e aroma of food beginning to fill the air.
Kasahara Fumi ate quietly, and Fujiwara Reya also remained silent. The intense midday sunlight spilled onto the glass tabletop like splashes, and she occasionally jabbed the plate with her stainless steel fork, sometimes taking a sip of whiskey.
"Do you want a drink?" she suddenly asked, looking up.
"Not this," Fujiwara Reya cut a piece of duck pâté, sending it to his mouth with a fork while shaking his head, "I can’t handle stro ...
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