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... oads, gently lifting the schoolgirl’s aqua-blue skirt.
Black tights wrapped her slightly plump calves.
Hojo Shouko stood under the utility pole at the crossroads, her school bag in her left hand and a box of chocolates she had bought in her right, wrapped in colorful paper and tied with a ribbon.
She had checked the map; this was the shortest route from Brilliant High School to Aozawa’s home.
This crossroads just happened to be in the middle.
Choosing this ...
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