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Lan Mamoru Is Also Preventing Me from Dying Today
"Why does every 'I' die?" "... Insufficient data, but I assume that your existence itself is the key to a 'ritual'." From then on, her daily life became: attending classes (with invisible bodyguards), painting (with bomb alarms), and eating (needs to detect toxicity). Forced to learn the extracurricular subject of "how to maintain emotional stability during multiple assassinations". And her bodyguard, while using a brain comparable to a supercomputer to calculate the risk every 0.1 Seconds, clu
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September Notes
"Meet her soul first, then see her people." She wrote about the way Tanaka looked in the mirror, the moment when the curry bread fell to the ground, and the afternoon when the calico cat squatted in the corner. She used a black gel pen to collect all the absurdity and tenderness on campus into that notebook. He didn't know who she was, what she looked like, or what class she was in. But he found the notebook. From then on, there was another person in his life - someone he had never seen before.
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Prison Templethey Are Watching
Prison Temple BG: They are watching Recommended bgm: True-Akira Yamaoka; Weight Of The Crown-V. A. Back on the seventh day when I was sixteen years old, I discovered something: Auntie is looking at me. My classmates are looking at me. The old man walking his dog on the road was looking at me. Their eyes were all the same—empty, straight, and not looking like they were looking at a living person. Gokudera Hayato is also looking at me. But he is different. There was confusion, scrutiny, and cur
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(Hp) as a Ravenclaw A Ravenclaw born in Slytherin. Conception: 18Favorites2.6kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Short Story Collectionwhen Chalk Dust Falls into the Back of the Neck (Short Story) As I secretly described Kageyama-san pinning his opponent against the lockers in math class for the hundredth time, chalk dust suddenly settled into the back of my neck. When I looked up, the real owner was standing behind me, his blue-grey eyes staring at the screen of my phone, his expression more serious than solving a quadratic function. I thought my life was about to end, but he handed me a note: "Setters don't know how to pinch their wrists. They should hold their forearms. Your spiking po 4Favorites87Clicks/ch—Nutrition