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... surges from darkness to the surface of her mind, as Morimoto Chiyoda gasps for air, slides her hand across the phone screen to stop the alarm, and skillfully pushes the head resting on her chest aside, turning sideways intending to get up.
A pair of arms wraps around her waist.
Aozawa, his cheek pressed against her back, coaxes, "Chiyoda, wouldn't it be nice to keep fighting the good fight with me?
You don't have to get up so urgently."
The warmth from his words ...
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