[the creaking of bedsprings. Paper fluttering to the floor]
They don't work.
['thud'. a pen drops on wood and rolls away. His voice is quiet when he speaks.]
They don't work at all. Not against this.
[silence, the sound of breathing. A cardboard box is tapped, and seconds later there is the strike of a match. Haruka exhales. The nicotine does
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