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Upon looking down, A noticed a hole in her stomach. Although it was not gushing blood or producing any particularly unpleasant secretions, the hollow hole made A feel uneasy. She'd wished, almost, that there were some sort of evidence that the remains of her stomach were arguing with the fact that they used to have a rather serious counterpart. Evidence was nonexistent, and she had only the feeling of being terrified to depend on as a tangible one. And at that moment, she did not feel infinite.