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... i won’t speak.

I don’t think silence is good in these situations.

The air flow is different from usual, and the longer Miyagi is silent, the more I worry about the correctness of the words I have uttered.

I hold Miyagi’s hand, which I just touched with my lips.

I’m not sure if I should say something.

As I put strength into our joined hands, searching for the right words, Miyagi blurted out,

「…Get the crocodile out of the way.」

「The crocodi ...

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