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... onde knitted her brows; the last thing she remembered was pressing the button and bidding Asobi goodbye.
Jotou sighed, getting ready for another day—another chance at ending all of this mayhem. ’Probably didn’t have a dream.’ She could recall nothing else after the moment of when she pressed that button.
’Stop overthinking it.’ Jotou brushed aside, rising from her bed and pushing the sheets aside. A small smile she turned with to a brunette with a purple headband.
Fumeko ...
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