[His is a hesitant message, pecked out into the communicator over the course of an hour as he blankly stares at the window displays in the Holocaust Mall, occasionally tripping over the floor, or his own feet, or god forbid, someone else's feet]
What if you're not good at picking out presents?
[The problem, in Enma's mind, is two-fold: One, he
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