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... bolted.
I didn't even pack my bag. I just ran—because I knew what was coming.
And she was waiting.
Riko Hanazawa.Arms crossed. Eyebrows sharp. That same terrifying calm that always came right before she killed me in dodgeball back in middle school.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
"...Can I pretend I didn't hear that?"
"No."
I sighed and followed her behind the school building, to that cursed tree where people usually co ...
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