"No! It must be here!" Mamori lamented edgily, searching through her school bag, in which her school uniform had been neatly folded last night and ready for today after practice. Hiruma glanced over at her from his typing.
"The fuck's your problem, damn manager?" Hiruma asked lazily, popping his gum sharply and looking back to the screen.
"Don't call
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And the story made me go "awww." *u*)/
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