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To cover up her embarrassment, the topic suddenly changed. Recalling the content of the phone call earlier, I found myself at a loss for words. But… even if I lied out of consideration, if someone else came to pick her up, it would eventually be discovered.

“…I couldn’t talk to your parents, but they said someone else would come to pick you up.”

“……Naruse-san?”

“Do you know them?”

“Yeah… sort of. She’s Mom’s secretary. A woman. Sometimes, she br ...

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