"-right, so then-what?-yeah, whatever forehead girl, in your dreams. No, I don’t have a crush on him!" Ino wrinkled her nose, hopping slightly from foot to foot with impatience as she chattered into her phone, the loudest thing on the causeway by far at the moment. "No, don’t even think about it, what are you? Mental. Yes, that’s what I said. No, I
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