"Hinata?" Kiba rapped briskly at the door of #7 shortly before eight o'clock, then dropped his hand to tug uncomfortably at the collar of his clean shirt. Under a vague impression that you should look your best for a job interview, he'd dug out a dark red buttondown he seldom ever wore (birthday present from his sister Hana, he thought) and tucked
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