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... unlight against the dusty blue curtains. Cold sweat formed down the back of her neck—her palms and feet beginning to do the same.
Brown pupils stared to the ceiling... ’This day again.’ Jotou woke up. "Asobi..." Jotou remembered the elf’s words... "I’m so sorry... and thank you..." a small tear dripped onto the pillow.
"Oh, you’re awake." Jotou turned to Fumeko. The brunette’s hair had grown past her knees, fuzzy as she sat on the bedside, "Ugh, these pillows are lousy. You have ...
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