Huh?

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Because our little fingers are tied together with a string—

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—we must be destined to each other?

Me and you…?

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What in the world!?

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

Can it really exist!?

Wasn't it that she hated me?

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

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

Could it be…?

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