“It’s right,” she remembered whispering. “It feels so right, Kabuo.”
“Tadaima aware ga wakatta,” he had answered. “I understand just now the deepest beauty.”
“It’s right,” she remembered whispering. “It feels so right, Kabuo.”
“Tadaima aware ga wakatta,” he had answered. “I understand just now the deepest beauty.”
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