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... oke up.
Small, careful spits. Fingertip-sized. She’d press the wet patch onto a torn edge, hold it, blow on it, then stick the next piece into place. The spit dried clear and hard.
"What are you doing?"
Ivory flinched. Two pieces fell apart.
"Reconstructing." Her voice was thin. "That creature shredded my—they’re my notes, Nana-chan, and that little menace cut them into—"
"Use tape."
"What is tape."
Nana found it in the desk drawer and toss ...
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