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... he table, Maika shifts her gaze from her phone to me.

「Yeah.」

I’d better go home soon.

I know.

But I don’t want to go home today.

On Monday, the awkwardness over Sunday’s events was the only reason I escaped, but not now. The time spent without returning has accelerated the difficulty of meeting.

「The person you’re fighting with, I’m sure that person is pretty worried about you.」

「I know that well.」

Today I received another message ...

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