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... ared at his dead fish eyes reflected in the mirror. His slightly hunched shoulders and black trench coat made him look like a washed-up pianist on his last legs.
"So, trench coats don’t suit me," he muttered helplessly. Was Juke trying to make him wear a trench coat just to laugh at him? That would be too much.
Hikigaya walked out of the fitting room, feeling uneasy, only to find Juke standing in front of the wool display cabinet, her white chin resting thoughtfully on her hand. ...
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