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Not physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Existentially.
The kitchen incident had left me with mild PTSD and a strong aversion to the smell of soy sauce. Since then, everyone had been on edge—hovering near me like I was the last snack at a party full of sugar-deprived wolves.
Except Ayame.
She’d spent the whole day grinning like she knew a secret no one else did. That smug, fox-like expression on her face sent a different kind of chill down my spine. Mischief was bre ...
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