[What kind of life has he lived? Looks are clearly deceiving, but she should have known that from the start. Her hand falls away.]
Nakahara-san. . .
[Is there more? It's difficult to force herself to brush one of the whips. She doesn't know if it will reinforce the same painful memory or something new.]
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[What kind of life has he lived? Looks are clearly deceiving, but she should have known that from the start. Her hand falls away.]
Nakahara-san. . .
[Is there more? It's difficult to force herself to brush one of the whips. She doesn't know if it will reinforce the same painful memory or something new.]