The sun warmed the afternoon, the leaves were sparkling, the grass was in a mess, and the five tear-stained papers were held tightly in their respective hands.
"We will definitely... We will definitely meet again..." Wiping his tired, tear-stained eyes, he murmured feebly, "Menma... I like you..."
"Menma..."
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