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... te his breakfast with a grim expression, as if the toast and freshly cooked bacon in front of him were a Riemann hypothesis proof essay. Each bite felt as heavy as lead. His chewing was slower and more cautious than the sound of writing.
As for Sora, sitting across from him, she swayed her head in confusion. She seemed to shove food into her mouth purely on instinct. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, like a kitten not yet fully awake. She was completely oblivious to her brother’s odd de ...
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