Me and you…?

What in the world!?

—we must be destined to each other?

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Then what was that attitude up until now all about…?

Wasn't it that she hated me?

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Could it be…?

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Wait, first off, can she really see it!? .

No… she said she didn't just a second ago… huh?

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Because our little fingers are tied together with a string—

Can it really exist!?

Huh?

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